<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115118" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A thought by the sea shore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Even in our ashes live their wonted fires."<br> <br> Bury me by the sea,<br> When on my heart the hand of Death is press'd.<br> If the soul lingers ere she join the bless'd,<br> And haunts awhile her clay,<br> Then 'mid the forest shades I would not lie,<br> For the green leaves, like me, would droop and die.<br> <br> Nor 'mid the homes of men,<br> The haunts of busy life, would I be laid:<br> There ever was I lone, and my vexed shade<br> Would sleep unquiet then:<br> The surging tide of life might overwhelm<br> The shadowy boundaries of the silent realm.<br> <br> No sculptured marble pile,<br> To bear my name, be reared upon my breast, --<br> Beneath its weight my free soul would not rest;<br> But let the blue sky smile,<br> The changeless stars look lovingly on me,<br> And let me sleep beside this sounding sea --<br> <br> This ever-beating heart<br> Of the great Universe; here would the soul<br> Plume her soiled pinions for the final goal,<br> Ere she should thence depart, --<br> Here would she fit her for the high abode, --<br> Here, by the sea, she would be nearer God.<br> <br> I feel His presence now,<br> Thou mightiest of his vassals, as I stand<br> And watch beside thee on the sparkling sand,<br> Thy crested billows bow;<br> And, as thy solemn chant swells through the air,<br> My spirit, awed, joins in thy ceaseless prayer.<br> <br> Life's fitful fever o'er,<br> Here then would I repose, majestic sea;<br> E'en now faint glimpses of eternity<br> Come o'er me on thy shore:<br> My thoughts from thee to highest themes are given,<br> As thy deep distant blue is lost in Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115118" data-title="A thought by the sea shore de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description=""Even in our ashes live their wonted fires."/ / Bury me by the sea,/ When on my heart the hand of Death is press'd./ If the soul lingers ere she join the bless'd,/ And haunts awhile her clay,/ Then 'mid the forest shades I would not lie,/ For ..."></div> </div> </div>

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