<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116444" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Skies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay! gloriously thou standest there,<br>Beautiful, boundless firmament!<br>That swelling wide o'er earth and air,<br>And round the horizon bent,<br>With thy bright vault, and sapphire wall,<br>Dost overhang and circle all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far, far below thee, tall old trees<br>Arise, and piles built up of old,<br>And hills, whose ancient summits freeze,<br>In the fierce light and cold.<br>The eagle soars his utmost height,<br>Yet far thou stretchest o'er his flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast thy frowns--with thee on high,<br>The storm has made his airy seat,<br>Beyond that soft blue curtain lie<br>His stores of hail and sleet.<br>Thence the consuming lightnings break.<br>There the strong hurricanes awake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet art thou prodigal of smiles--<br>Smiles, sweeter than thy frowns are stem:<br>Earth sends, from all her thousand isles,<br>A shout at thy return.<br>The glory that comes down from thee,<br>Bathes, in deep joy, the land and sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun, the gorgeous sun, is thine,<br>The pomp that brings and shuts the day,<br>The clouds that round him change and shine,<br>The airs that fan his way.<br>Thence look the thoughtful stars, and there<br>The meek moon walks the silent air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sunny Italy may boast<br>The beauteous tints that flush her skies.<br>And lovely, round the Grecian coast,<br>May thy blue pillars rise.<br>I only know how fair they stand,<br>Around my own beloved land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they are fair - a charm is theirs,<br>That earth, the proud green earth, has not<br>With all the forms, and hues, and airs,<br>That haunt her sweetest spot.<br>We gaze upon thy calm pure sphere,<br>And read of Heaven's eternal year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, when, amid the throng of men,<br>The heart grows sick of hollow mirth,<br>How willingly we turn us then<br>Away from this cold earth,<br>And look into thy azure breast,<br>For seats of innocence and rest.</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> <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=116444" data-title="The Skies de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="Ay! gloriously thou standest there,/Beautiful, boundless firmament!/That swelling wide o'er earth and air,/And round the horizon bent,/With thy bright vault, and sapphire wall,/Dost overhang and circle all./Far, far below thee, tall old trees/Aris..."></div> </div> </div>

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