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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116441" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Cloud</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair,<br>Swimming in the pure quiet air!<br>Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while below<br>Thy shadow o'er the vale moves slow;<br>Where, midst their labour, pause the reaper train<br>As cool it comes along the grain.<br>Beautiful cloud! I would I were with thee<br>In thy calm way o'er land and sea:<br>To rest on thy unrolling skirts, and look<br>On Earth as on an open book;<br>On streams that tie her realms with silver bands,<br>And the long ways that seam her lands;<br>And hear her humming cities, and the sound<br>Of the great ocean breaking round.<br>Ay--I would sail upon thy air-borne car<br>To blooming regions distant far,<br>To where the sun of Andalusia shines<br>On his own olive-groves and vines,<br>Or the soft lights of Italy's bright sky<br>In smiles upon her ruins lie.<br>But I would woo the winds to let us rest<br>O'er Greece long fettered and oppressed,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose sons at length have heard the call that comes<br>From the old battle-fields and tombs,<br>And risen, and drawn the sword, and on the foe<br>Have dealt the swift and desperate blow,<br>And the Othman power is cloven, and the stroke<br>Has touched its chains, and they are broke.<br>Ay, we would linger till the sunset there<br>Should come, to purple all the air,<br>And thou reflect upon the sacred ground<br>The ruddy radiance streaming round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright meteor! for the summer noontide made!<br>Thy peerless beauty yet shall fade.<br>The sun, that fills with light each glistening fold,<br>Shall set, and leave thee dark and cold:<br>The blast shall rend thy skirts, or thou may'st frown<br>In the dark heaven when storms come down,<br>And weep in rain, till man's inquiring eye<br>Miss thee, forever from the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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