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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117558" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth! thou art lovely, when the sinking sun<br>Hath bathed the clouds in his departing flush,<br>And, with the moon-lit evening, hath begun<br>The voiceless, and yet spirit-calming hush,<br>That thrills around the heart, till tear-drops rush,<br>Unbidden and uncall'd for, to the eye;<br>When, save the music of the fountain's gush,<br>Or the far wailing of the night-bird's cry,<br>Unbroken silence hangs o'er earth, and wave, and sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now the majesty of midnight storm<br>Is gathering, in its grandeur, o'er the sky;<br>The deep black clouds in mustering squadrons form,<br>And the low, fitful blast, that passes by,<br>Hath a strange fearful thrilling—like the sigh<br>Of a sick slumberer; even that hath died,<br>And in their quiet sleep the waters lie,<br>As though the winds ne'er curl'd them in its pride,<br>Or shook the still bent leaves that hang above the tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How steadily that ebon mass moves on!<br>Stretching across the sky in one dark line,<br>Like a huge wall of blackness; there do none<br>Of the thin silvery vapours hang supine,<br>Or those bright clouds that sometimes seem to twine<br>A coronal to grace the brow of night;<br>Stars in Orion's studded baldric shine,<br>In all their wonted brightness; and the light<br>Of an unclouded moon half dims the dazzled sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tempest hurries onward—how the flash<br>Of the red lightning leaps from cloud to cloud!<br>The gathering thunder bursts in one wild crash,<br>And sinks a moment—then, returning loud,<br>Seems bounding o'er the sky, as if 't were proud<br>Of its own potency. We need not now,<br>A sharer in the thoughts that round us crowd;<br>The soul is its own world, and the deep glow<br>Of the rapt spirit seeks no fellowship below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wildness of the storm hath pass'd; the rain<br>Drips from the wet leaves only, and the sky,<br>With its deep azure beauty, gleams again<br>Through the rent clouds; the sunken wind swells by,<br>With a low sobbing; and the clouds, heap'd high,<br>With the rich moonbeams’ streaming flood of light<br>Pour'd full upon them, swell before the eye<br>Like distant snow-clad mountains. Night! O night!<br>Thou art most glorious! most beautifully bright!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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