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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115729" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Retrospection</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We wove a web in childhood,<br>A web of sunny air;<br>We dug a spring in infancy<br>Of water pure and fair;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sowed in youth a mustard seed,<br>We cut an almond rod;<br>We are now grown up to riper age-<br>Are they withered in the sod?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are they blighted, failed and faded,<br>Are they mouldered back to clay?<br>For life is darkly shaded;<br>And its joys fleet fast away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faded! the web is still of air,<br>But how its folds are spread,<br>And from its tints of crimson clear<br>How deep a glow is shed.<br>The light of an Italian sky.<br>Where clouds of sunset lingering lie<br>Is not more ruby-red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the spring was under a mossy stone,<br>Its jet may gush no more.<br>Hark! sceptic bid thy doubts be gone,<br>Is that a feeble roar<br>Rushing around thee? Lo! the tide<br>Of waves where armed fleets may ride<br>Sinking and swelling, frowns and smiles<br>An ocean with a thousand isles<br>And scare a glimpse of shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mustard-seed in distant land<br>Bends down a mighty tree,<br>The dry unbudding almond-wand<br>Has touched eternity.<br>There came a second miracle<br>Such as on Aaron's sceptre fell,<br>And sapless grew like life from heath,<br>Bud, bloom and fruit in mingling wreath<br>All twined the shrivelled off-shoot round<br>As flowers lie on the lone grave-mound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dream that stole o'er us in the time<br>When life was in its vernal clime,<br>Dream that still faster o'er us steals<br>As the wild star of spring declining<br>The advent of that day reveals,<br>That glows in Sirius fiery shining:<br>Oh! as thou swellest, and as the scenes<br>Cover this cold world's darkest features,<br>Stronger each change my spirit weans<br>To bow before thy god-like creatures.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I sat 'neath a strange roof-tree<br>With nought I knew or loved round me<br>Oh how my heart shrank back to thee,<br>Then I felt how fast thy ties had bound me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Bront%C3%AB">Charlotte Brontë</a><div class=q>
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