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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode to Antares</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide <br>Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills <br>The hoot-owl calls his mate, and whippoorwills <br>Clamor from every copse and orchard-side, <br>I watched the red star rising in the East, <br>And while his fellows of the flaming sign <br>From prisoning daylight more and more released, <br>Lift their pale lamps, and, climbing higher, higher, <br>Out of their locks the waters of the Line <br>Shaking in clouds of phosphorescent fire, <br>Rose in the splendor of their curving flight, <br>Their dolphin leap across the austral night, <br>From windows southward opening on the sea <br>What eyes, I wondered, might be watching, too, <br>Orbed in some blossom-laden balcony. <br>Where, from the garden to the rail above, <br>As though a lover's greeting to his love <br>Should borrow body and form and hue <br>And tower in torrents of floral flame, <br>The crimson bougainvillea grew, <br>What starlit brow uplifted to the same <br>Majestic regress of the summering sky, <br>What ultimate thing -- hushed, holy, throned as high <br>Above the currents that tarnish and profane <br>As silver summits are whose pure repose <br>No curious eyes disclose <br>Nor any footfalls stain, <br>But round their beauty on azure evenings <br>Only the oreads go on gauzy wings, <br>Only the oreads troop with dance and song <br>And airy beings in rainbow mists who throng <br>Out of those wonderful worlds that lie afar <br>Betwixt the outmost cloud and the nearest star. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Like the moon, sanguine in the orient night <br>Shines the red flower in her beautiful hair. <br>Her breasts are distant islands of delight <br>Upon a sea where all is soft and fair. <br>Those robes that make a silken sheath <br>For each lithe attitude that flows beneath, <br>Shrouding in scented folds sweet warmths and tumid flowers, <br>Call them far clouds that half emerge <br>Beyond a sunset ocean's utmost verge, <br>Hiding in purple shade and downpour of soft showers <br>Enchanted isles by mortal foot untrod, <br>And there in humid dells resplendent orchids nod; <br>There always from serene horizons blow <br>Soul-easing gales and there all spice-trees grow <br>That Phoenix robbed to line his fragrant nest <br>Each hundred years in Araby the Blest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Star of the South that now through orient mist <br>At nightfall off Tampico or Belize <br>Greetest the sailor rising from those seas <br>Where first in me, a fond romanticist, <br>The tropic sunset's bloom on cloudy piles <br>Cast out industrious cares with dreams of fabulous isles -- <br>Thou lamp of the swart lover to his tryst, <br>O'er planted acres at the jungle's rim <br>Reeking with orange-flower and tuberose, <br>Dear to his eyes thy ruddy splendor glows <br>Among the palms where beauty waits for him; <br>Bliss too thou bringst to our greening North, <br>Red scintillant through cherry-blossom rifts, <br>Herald of summer-heat, and all the gifts <br>And all the joys a summer can bring forth ---- </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Be thou my star, for I have made my aim <br>To follow loveliness till autumn-strown <br>Sunder the sinews of this flower-like frame <br>As rose-leaves sunder when the bud is blown. <br>Ay, sooner spirit and sense disintegrate <br>Than reconcilement to a common fate <br>Strip the enchantment from a world so dressed <br>In hues of high romance. I cannot rest <br>While aught of beauty in any path untrod <br>Swells into bloom and spreads sweet charms abroad <br>Unworshipped of my love. I cannot see <br>In Life's profusion and passionate brevity <br>How hearts enamored of life can strain too much <br>In one long tension to hear, to see, to touch. <br>Now on each rustling night-wind from the South <br>Far music calls; beyond the harbor mouth <br>Each outbound argosy with sail unfurled <br>May point the path through this fortuitous world <br>That holds the heart from its desire. Away! <br>Where tinted coast-towns gleam at close of day, <br>Where squares are sweet with bells, or shores thick set <br>With bloom and bower, with mosque and minaret. <br>Blue peaks loom up beyond the coast-plains here, <br>White roads wind up the dales and disappear, <br>By silvery waters in the plains afar <br>Glimmers the inland city like a star, <br>With gilded gates and sunny spires ablaze <br>And burnished domes half-seen through luminous haze, <br>Lo, with what opportunity Earth teems! <br>How like a fair its ample beauty seems! <br>Fluttering with flags its proud pavilions rise: <br>What bright bazaars, what marvelous merchandise, <br>Down seething alleys what melodious din, <br>What clamor importuning from every booth! <br>At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in <br>Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alan+Seeger">Alan Seeger</a><div class=q>
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Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills 
The hoot-owl calls his mate, and whippoorwills 
Clamor from every copse and orchard-side, 
I watched the red star rising in the East, 
And while his..."></div>
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