<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The battle had passed from the height</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The battle has passed from the height,<br>And still did evening fall;<br>While heaven with its restful night<br>Gloriously canopied all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dead around were sleeping<br>On heath and granite grey,<br>And the dying their last watch were keeping<br>In the closing of the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> *<br> o<br> +<br> #<br> *</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>How golden bright from earth and heaven<br>The summer day declines!<br>How gloriously o'er land and sea<br>The parting sunbeam shines!<br>There is a voice in the wind that waves<br>Those bright rejoicing trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a vapour had stained the breezeless blue,<br>Not a cloud had dimmed the sun,<br>From the time of morning's earliest dew<br>Till the summer day was done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all as pure and all as bright<br>The sun of evening died,<br>And purer still its parting light<br>Shone on Lake Elnor's tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waveless and calm lies that silent deep<br>In its wilderness of moors,<br>Solemn and soft the moonbeams sleep<br>Upon its heathy shores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The deer are gathered to their rest,<br>The wild sheep seek the fold.<br>Only some spires of bright green grass<br>Transparently in sunshine quivering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun has set, and the long grass now<br>Waves dreamily in the evening wind;<br>And the wild bird has flown from that old grey stone,<br>In some warm nook a couc hto find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In all the lonely landscape round<br>I see no light and hear no sound,<br>Except the wind that far away<br>Comes sighing o'er the healthy sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lady, in thy palace hall,<br>Once perchance thy face was seen;<br>Can no memory now recall<br>Thought again to what has been?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Brontë</a> from <i>The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë</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=115785" data-title="The battle had passed from the height de Emily Brontë" data-description="The battle has passed from the height,/And still did evening fall;/While heaven with its restful night/Gloriously canopied all./The dead around were sleeping/On heath and granite grey,/And the dying their last watch were keeping/In the closing of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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