<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118582" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cora</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When through thy arching aisles,<br>O Nature, I perceive<br>What brooding stillness fills the lonesome choirs<br>Where, heaven'd late, thy sweet musicians sung;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What rude benumbing touch<br>Strips from reluctant boughs<br>The languid leaves, and bares to common view<br>The sacred nest,—the mute, expressive nest,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose state defenseless tells<br>Of fledgeling treasures flown,—<br>Then, like the prudent birds, my thoughts take<br>flight,<br>Winging o'er wintry fields to find the spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somewhere on Earth's cold breast<br>The dauntless crocus glows,<br>And fair Narcissus hangs his head and dreams:<br>There,—laughing, blushing, like a happy bride,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With tears in her sweet eyes<br>To kiss away, shyly<br>The Maiden comes, and, as she moves along,<br>The woods and waking wolds intone her praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, too, where all things tell<br>Of Autumn chill and blight,—<br>I, too, will praise her, ay, with transport hymn<br>The unforgotten sweetness of the spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How desolate were Man<br>If, robbed of dear delight,<br>He might not with remembrance fond pursue<br>And find his happiness, and lead it back!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mournful Stygian shades<br>Were less forlorn than he;<br>For they have memory, and cannot lose<br>Bright visions once in conscious bliss possessed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through Hades' wailful halls,<br>Bereft of Proserpine,<br>They pensive glide, yet feel the far, sweet spring,<br>And seem to breathe lost Enna's distant flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Florence+Earle+Coates">Florence Earle Coates</a> from <i>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=118582" data-title="Cora de Florence Earle Coates" data-description="When through thy arching aisles,/O Nature, I perceive/What brooding stillness fills the lonesome choirs/Where, heaven'd late, thy sweet musicians sung;/What rude benumbing touch/Strips from reluctant boughs/The languid leaves, and bares to common ..."></div> </div> </div>

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