<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Listening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When earth's winter bareness<br>Feels the April rain,<br>All her summer fairness<br>Comes to life again.<br>So my spirit quickens to that magic strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fancy, warmed and brightened,<br>Spreads her folded wings —<br>Passion, stirred, enlightened,<br>From its slumber springs —<br>When that bow is laid upon those trembling strings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Visions, past all telling,<br>Sweet and strange, I see;<br>Mystic voices, swelling —<br>Melting — cry to me<br>From celestial realms of hope and memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tender thoughts caress me,<br>Like a summer's day;<br>Sterner moods possess me,<br>As the rough winds play<br>With an autumn leaf untimely cast away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fierce desires come creeping<br>From their secret lair;<br>Wild regrets, upleaping,<br>At my heartstrings tear —<br>Wildest aspirations, more than I can bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a leaf I quiver<br>With responsive thrills —<br>Ache, and burn, and shiver,<br>As the Master wills<br>Whose mysterious message all my being fills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams of grace and glory,<br>Always out of reach —<br>Truths untold in story,<br>That no book can teach,<br>Past all human language, find their native speech.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O what wailing sadness<br>That no tongue may tell,<br>What enraptured gladness,<br>In those wild notes swell —<br>Bliss and anguish both — divine, ineffable!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joys and woes unspoken,<br>Whereof earth is rife,<br>Dear hopes blest and broken,<br>Futile pain and strife,<br>Birth and death and love, the tragedy of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my soul, attending,<br>Through my listening ears<br>In those strains heartrending<br>Its own history hears —<br>All too sweet for words, too terrible for tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><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=339769" data-title="Listening de Ada Cambridge" data-description="1. When earth's winter bareness Feels the April rain, All her summer fairness Comes to life again. So my spirit quickens to that magic strain. 2. Fancy, warmed and brightened, Spreads her folded wings — Passion, stirred, enlightened, From its..."></div> </div> </div>

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