<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117252" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Atlantis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light of suns unseen, through depths of sea descending,<br> Within her street awakes the ghost of noon<br>To bide its little hour and die unheeded, blending<br> Into her night that knows nor stars nor moon.<br>The hurrying feet of storms that trample o’er the surges<br> Arouse no echo in these silent deeps;<br>No thunder thrills her peace, no sword of lightning scourges<br> The dim, dead calm where lost Atlantis sleeps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long leagues above her courts the stately days advancing<br> Kindle new dawns and see new sunsets dim;<br>And, white and weary-eyed, the old stars, backward glancing,<br> Reluctant pause upon the ocean’s rim.<br>But she, of dawns and dusks forgotten and forgetful,<br> Broods in her depths with slumber-weighted eyes;<br>For all her splendid past unanxious, unregretful,<br> She waits the call that bids her wake and rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No mortal voice she hears. The strong young ships, full-freighted,<br> With hopes of men, with women’s sighs and tears,<br>Above her blue-black walls and portals golden-gated<br> Sweep on unnoted through the speeding years—<br>Until at last they come, as still in silence resting<br> She keeps her vigil underneath the waves,<br>By tempests tossed and torn, and weary of their questing,<br> Slow sliding downward past her to their graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So side by side they lie in ever gaining number,<br> The sunken ships, by fate or fortune led<br>To this, their final port, resistless sent to slumber<br> Until the sea shall render up her dead—<br>Shall render up her dead to all their olden glories,<br> Shall render up what now so well she keeps,<br>The buried lives and loves, the strange, unfinished stories<br> Of these dim depths where lost Atlantis sleeps!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Guy+Wetmore+Carryl">Guy Wetmore Carryl</a> from <i>The Garden of Years and Other Poems</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=117252" data-title="Atlantis de Guy Wetmore Carryl" data-description="The light of suns unseen, through depths of sea descending,/ Within her street awakes the ghost of noon/To bide its little hour and die unheeded, blending/ Into her night that knows nor stars nor moon./The hurrying feet of storms that trample o’..."></div> </div> </div>

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