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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115258" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written at Tivoli Falls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet Tivoli! upon thy grassy side,<br>  Whene'er I linger through the summer day,<br>  And the soft music of thy silvery tide<br>  So sweetly wiles the lagging hours away,<br> I cannot deem but thou are e'en as fair<br> As that Italian vale whose name thy waters bear.<br> <br>  O'er the old rocks thou boundest on thy way,<br>  and wood, and glen, re-echo to thy song;<br>  And then thy waters, weary of their play,<br>  Through the long grass glide silently along,<br> So slow, and calm, as scarce to break the rest<br> Of the young flowers that sleep upon thy placid breast.<br> <br>  And sure no flowers are lovelier than these<br>  That bloom so sweetly on thy grassy side,<br>  And none more fair than the young forest trees,<br>  That bathe their branches in thy crystal tide;<br> No sounds are sweeter than the winds at play<br> Amid these trembling pines at close of summer day.<br> <br>  Here by thy side I cannot feel alone;<br>  Above my head the sheltering branches bend,<br>  And at my feet the flowers; and thy low tone<br>  Breathes softly in my ear, and, like a friend<br> Soothing my spirit, comes the perfumed air,<br> To kiss my fevered brow and play amid my hair.<br> <br>  Oh! when I turn me from the busy throng,<br>  Chilled with their frozen words and heartless smiles,<br>  I wander here, and thy melodious song,<br>  And this sweet scene, my sadder mood beguiles;<br> And when I mingle with the crowd again,<br> More calm and holy thoughts flow through my burning brain.<br> <br>  Oft as I wander in these shadowy groves<br>  My wayward fancy spreads her truant wing,<br>  And through the past delightedly she roves,<br>  From its recesses many a scene to bring<br> Of that far time, when, 'mid the deepening shade,<br> The Indian lover wooed, and won, his dusky maid.<br> <br>  And then she bears me on through future years,<br>  When her frail prison will have passed away,<br>  And she will look, with eyes undimmed by tears,<br>  Upon the glories of a brighter day;<br> And still thy waves will glide as soft along;<br> And still thy praise be sung in many a sweeter song.</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>
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