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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Juvenilia, An Ode to Natural Beauty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a power whose inspiration fills <br>Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, <br>Like airy dew ere any drop distils, <br>Like perfume in the laden flower, like aught <br>Unseen which interfused throughout the whole <br>Becomes its quickening pulse and principle and soul. <br>Now when, the drift of old desire renewing, <br>Warm tides flow northward over valley and field, <br>When half-forgotten sound and scent are wooing <br>From their deep-chambered recesses long sealed <br>Such memories as breathe once more <br>Of childhood and the happy hues it wore, <br>Now, with a fervor that has never been <br>In years gone by, it stirs me to respond, -- <br>Not as a force whose fountains are within <br>The faculties of the percipient mind, <br>Subject with them to darkness and decay, <br>But something absolute, something beyond, <br>Oft met like tender orbs that seem to peer <br>From pale horizons, luminous behind <br>Some fringe of tinted cloud at close of day; <br>And in this flood of the reviving year, <br>When to the loiterer by sylvan streams, <br>Deep in those cares that make Youth loveliest, <br>Nature in every common aspect seems <br>To comment on the burden in his breast -- <br>The joys he covets and the dreams he dreams -- <br>One then with all beneath the radiant skies <br>That laughs with him or sighs, <br>It courses through the lilac-scented air, <br>A blessing on the fields, a wonder everywhere. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Spirit of Beauty, whose sweet impulses, <br>Flung like the rose of dawn across the sea, <br>Alone can flush the exalted consciousness <br>With shafts of sensible divinity -- <br>Light of the World, essential loveliness: <br>Him whom the Muse hath made thy votary <br>Not from her paths and gentle precepture <br>Shall vulgar ends engage, nor break the spell <br>That taught him first to feel thy secret charms <br>And o'er the earth, obedient to their lure, <br>Their sweet surprise and endless miracle, <br>To follow ever with insatiate arms. <br>On summer afternoons, <br>When from the blue horizon to the shore, <br>Casting faint silver pathways like the moon's <br>Across the Ocean's glassy, mottled floor, <br>Far clouds uprear their gleaming battlements <br>Drawn to the crest of some bleak eminence, <br>When autumn twilight fades on the sere hill <br>And autumn winds are still; <br>To watch the East for some emerging sign, <br>Wintry Capella or the Pleiades <br>Or that great huntsman with the golden gear; <br>Ravished in hours like these <br>Before thy universal shrine <br>To feel the invoked presence hovering near, <br>He stands enthusiastic. Star-lit hours <br>Spent on the roads of wandering solitude <br>Have set their sober impress on his brow, <br>And he, with harmonies of wind and wood <br>And torrent and the tread of mountain showers, <br>Has mingled many a dedicative vow <br>That holds him, till thy last delight be known, <br>Bound in thy service and in thine alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I, too, among the visionary throng <br>Who choose to follow where thy pathway leads, <br>Have sold my patrimony for a song, <br>And donned the simple, lowly pilgrim's weeds. <br>From that first image of beloved walls, <br>Deep-bowered in umbrage of ancestral trees, <br>Where earliest thy sweet enchantment falls, <br>Tingeing a child's fantastic reveries <br>With radiance so fair it seems to be <br>Of heavens just lost the lingering evidence <br>From that first dawn of roseate infancy, <br>So long beneath thy tender influence <br>My breast has thrilled. As oft for one brief second <br>The veil through which those infinite offers beckoned <br>Has seemed to tremble, letting through <br>Some swift intolerable view <br>Of vistas past the sense of mortal seeing, <br>So oft, as one whose stricken eyes might see <br>In ferny dells the rustic deity, <br>I stood, like him, possessed, and all my being, <br>Flooded an instant with unwonted light, <br>Quivered with cosmic passion; whether then <br>On woody pass or glistening mountain-height <br>I walked in fellowship with winds and clouds, <br>Whether in cities and the throngs of men, <br>A curious saunterer through friendly crowds, <br>Enamored of the glance in passing eyes, <br>Unuttered salutations, mute replies, -- <br>In every character where light of thine <br>Has shed on earthly things the hue of things divine <br>I sought eternal Loveliness, and seeking, <br>If ever transport crossed my brow bespeaking <br>Such fire as a prophetic heart might feel <br>Where simple worship blends in fervent zeal, <br>It was the faith that only love of thee <br>Needed in human hearts for Earth to see <br>Surpassed the vision poets have held dear <br>Of joy diffused in most communion here; <br>That whomsoe'er thy visitations warmed, <br>Lover of thee in all thy rays informed, <br>Needed no difficulter discipline <br>To seek his right to happiness within <br>Than, sensible of Nature's loveliness, <br>To yield him to the generous impulses <br>By such a sentiment evoked. The thought, <br>Bright Spirit, whose illuminings I sought, <br>That thou unto thy worshipper might be <br>An all-sufficient law, abode with me, <br>Importing something more than unsubstantial dreams <br>To vigils by lone shores and walks by murmuring streams. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Youth's flowers like childhood's fade and are forgot. <br>Fame twines a tardy crown of yellowing leaves. <br>How swift were disillusion, were it not <br>That thou art steadfast where all else deceives! <br>Solace and Inspiration, Power divine <br>That by some mystic sympathy of thine, <br>When least it waits and most hath need of thee, <br>Can startle the dull spirit suddenly <br>With grandeur welled from unsuspected springs, -- <br>Long as the light of fulgent evenings, <br>When from warm showers the pearly shades disband <br>And sunset opens o'er the humid land, <br>Shows thy veiled immanence in orient skies, -- <br>Long as pale mist and opalescent dyes <br>Hung on far isle or vanishing mountain-crest, <br>Fields of remote enchantment can suggest <br>So sweet to wander in it matters nought, <br>They hold no place but in impassioned thought, <br>Long as one draught from a clear sky may be <br>A scented luxury; <br>Be thou my worship, thou my sole desire, <br>Thy paths my pilgrimage, my sense a lyre <br>Aeolian for thine every breath to stir; <br>Oft when her full-blown periods recur, <br>To see the birth of day's transparent moon <br>Far from cramped walls may fading afternoon <br>Find me expectant on some rising lawn; <br>Often depressed in dewy grass at dawn, <br>Me, from sweet slumber underneath green boughs, <br>Ere the stars flee may forest matins rouse, <br>Afoot when the great sun in amber floods <br>Pours horizontal through the steaming woods <br>And windless fumes from early chimneys start <br>And many a cock-crow cheers the traveller's heart <br>Eager for aught the coming day afford <br>In hills untopped and valleys unexplored. <br>Give me the white road into the world's ends, <br>Lover of roadside hazard, roadside friends, <br>Loiterer oft by upland farms to gaze <br>On ample prospects, lost in glimmering haze <br>At noon, or where down odorous dales twilit, <br>Filled with low thundering of the mountain stream, <br>Over the plain where blue seas border it <br>The torrid coast-towns gleam. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I have fared too far to turn back now; my breast <br>Burns with the lust for splendors unrevealed, <br>Stars of midsummer, clouds out of the west, <br>Pallid horizons, winds that valley and field <br>Laden with joy, be ye my refuge still! <br>What though distress and poverty assail! <br>Though other voices chide, yours never will. <br>The grace of a blue sky can never fail. <br>Powers that my childhood with a spell so sweet, <br>My youth with visions of such glory nursed, <br>Ye have beheld, nor ever seen my feet <br>On any venture set, but 'twas the thirst <br>For Beauty willed them, yea, whatever be <br>The faults I wanted wings to rise above; <br>I am cheered yet to think how steadfastly <br>I have been loyal to the love of Love!</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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Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, 
Like airy dew ere any drop distils, 
Like perfume in the laden flower, like aught 
Unseen which interfused throughout the whole 
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