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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Rushing Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind hath whirled the leaves from off the tree.<br>The leaves were yellow, they had lived their time,<br>And lie a golden heap or fly away,<br>As if the butterflies had left their wings<br>Behind, when love's short summertime had gone,<br>And killed them. Lightly doth the leaves' great shower<br>Whirl on and skim the ground, where ancient leaves<br>Lie rotten, trampled on, so featureless,<br>That you can hardly tell what formed that mould,<br>That never-ending burial-place of leaves.<br>And then the wind will shake and bend the tree,<br>And twist its branches off, burst it asunder,<br>Uproot the giant and bring low his head,<br>Upheave the granite block round which the roots<br>Had taken hold for countless centuries.<br>On goes the wind! The corn is green and soft--<br>Earth's wavy fur. It does but ripple lightly<br>In childish laughter at the harmless fun<br>That was a death-blow. But the sea awakes<br>And frowns and foams and rises into anger<br>So wild with wrath, and yet so powerless,<br>As if a thousand chains had chained it down,<br>To howl, to suffer, to rebel against<br>The heartless merriment of stronger powers.<br>On goes the wind, to shake the rock, to blow<br>Into a flame, the wild incendiary,<br>And never doth he look behind, to see,<br>To feel, to understand the horror he<br>Hath worked. The breath--the robe of Destiny--<br>Sweeps on, sweeps past, and never lists that hell<br>And heaven have awaked, in shrieking anguish,<br>But blows the clouds away, laughs at the sun,<br>And falls into unconscious, dreamless sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carmen+Sylva">Carmen Sylva</a><div class=q>
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