Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117566" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Woods Wanderer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day after day, I wander'd on alone—<br>The stricken heart is fearless; and the woods,<br>Amidst whose far-stretch'd depths a solemn moan<br>Of winds was ever sounding, and whose floods,<br>Pour'd ‘midst unbroken solitudes, had ceased<br>To waken mine to terror. I had learn'd,<br>E'en when no moon-beam the pale night clouds fleeced,<br>To thread their trackless mazes, while I turn'd<br>For guidance to the stars that high above me burn'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They who have never seen the broad blue sky,<br>Save through the smoke-dimm'd air of crowded streets,<br>Can never know how truly gloriously<br>It bendeth o'er the wilderness, and meets<br>The tall brows of the mountains. It must be<br>The veriest clod that wears a human form,<br>Who round him those majestic forms could see,<br>And o'er his head the eagle and the storm,<br>Nor feel a nobler pulse within his bosom warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had laid down to slumber—but there came<br>A sound that night upon the fitful wind,<br>That kept me waking. No electric flame<br>Flash'd o'er the heavens—yet my thoughts could find<br>No sound more like to it, than the low growl<br>Of worn-out thunder; wrapt in thought I lay,<br>With nature's glory telling to my soul<br>Of God's own presence, till the coming day<br>O'er the fair orient stole, to light me on my way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood, at sunrise, where Lake Erie's wave<br>Caught on its foamy crest the rosy light;<br>All round was solitude and silence, save<br>The voice of nature's joy. Against the bright<br>And pearly sky, a thin blue smoke-curl rose<br>From the far shore, and floated on the air,<br>And the slant sunbeam might to view disclose<br>One distant piroque that its waters bare;<br>All else was lone and wild, as it was lovely, there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still sent that deep sound forth its solemn tone,<br>Louder and louder, as I onward fared,<br>Northward where Niagara led me on,<br>O'er tangled brake, and green, and flower-strewn sward.<br>At length I reached the spot—and such a sight!<br>Even now the wild blood rushes through my brain,<br>And my heart reels with faintness, as the light<br>Of memory restores that scene again,<br>And paints it to my view as I beheld it then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Broad, dark, and deep, the river hurried on,<br>Pouring the volume of its mighty flood<br>Right to the yawning steep!—no pause—down—down<br>The gather'd sea was hurl'd! half stunn'd I stood<br>Upon the shaken earth, and almost wept<br>With awe and fear and admiration, wild<br>And passionate;—like clouds on high were swept<br>In spray the shatter'd waves; while bending mild,<br>Over the turbulent gulf, a gorgeous rainbow smiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun went down on that vast solitude,—<br>And underneath the solemn stars, alone<br>With God, and his stupendous works, I stood;<br>Where, since their first creation, haply none<br>Save the rude Indian, e'er had trod or gazed<br>On that magnificence! to earth I bent<br>My humbled brow, yet with a soul upraised,<br>And conscious of a nobler being, bent<br>By the felt presence of the great Omnipotent.</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>
<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=117566" data-title="The Woods Wanderer de Elizabeth Margaret Chandler" data-description="Day after day, I wander'd on alone—/The stricken heart is fearless; and the woods,/Amidst whose far-stretch'd depths a solemn moan/Of winds was ever sounding, and whose floods,/Pour'd ‘midst unbroken solitudes, had ceased/To waken mine to terr..."></div>
</div>
</div>