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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Recollection</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awawe-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping<br>A silken mantle o'er its jagged sides;<br>And silvery, seething waters softly lapping<br>Through gulfs and channels hollow'd by the tides:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lime-cliff overhead, o'erhanging grimly,<br>A dash of sunlight on its breast of snow;<br>The white line of the breakers, stretching dimly<br>Along the narrow sea-beach down below:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grey waste of the waters, with one slender,<br>Glimmering, golden ripple far away;<br>The haze of summer twilight, sweet and tender,<br>Veiling the fair face of the dying day:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The measured plash of surf upon the shingle,<br>The ceaseless gurgle through the rocks and stones;<br>No sound of struggling human life, to mingle<br>With those mysterious and eternal tones!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No sound—no sound,—a hungry sea-mew only<br>Breaking the stillness with her little cry;<br>And the low whisper, when 'tis all so lonely,<br>Of soft south breezes as they wander by:—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see it all; sweet dreams of it are thronging<br>In full floods back upon my weary brain;<br>To-night, in my dark chamber, the old longing<br>Almost fulfils its very self again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dying sunbeams, on the far waves glinting,<br>Come like warm kisses to my lips and brow,<br>Soothing my spirit—all its grey thoughts tinting<br>With tender shades of golden colour now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone and still, I sit, and think, and listen,<br>Looking out westward o'er the darkening sea;<br>My seat the boulder, where the spray-drops glisten;<br>The tall, white cliffs my regal canopy.<br>And, as I sit, the fretting cares and sorrows,<br>Weighing so heavy when the work is done,<br>The gloomy yesterdays and dim to-morrows,<br>They slip away and vanish one by one,—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slip backward to the world that lies behind me,<br>Ever by sinful footsteps overtrod;<br>And in this unstain'd world leave nought to bind me,<br>This sweet world, fillèd with the peace of God!</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>
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And silvery, seething waters softly lapping
Through gulfs and channels hollow'd by the tides:

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