<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Longing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hills slope down to the valley, the streams run down to the sea,<br>And my heart, my heart, O far one! sets and strains towards thee.<br>But only the feet of the mountain are felt by the rim of the plain,<br>And the source and soul of the hurrying stream reach not the calling main.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dawn is sick for the daylight, the morning yearns for the noon,<br>And the twilight sighs for the evening star and the rising of the moon.<br>But the dawn and the daylight never were seen in the self-same skies,<br>And the gloaming dies of its own desire when the moon and the stars arise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Springtime calls to the Summer, ``Oh, mingle your life with mine,''<br>And Summer to Autumn 'plaineth low, ``Must the harvest be only thine?''<br>But the nightingale goes when the swallow comes, ere the leaf is the blossom fled;<br>And when Autumn sits on her golden sheaves, then the reign of the rose is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hunger and thirst, and wail and want, are lost in the empty air,<br>And the heavenly spirit vainly pines for the touch of the earthly fair.<br>And the hills slope down to the valley, the streams run down to the sea,<br>And my heart, my heart, O far one! sets and strains towards thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</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=341413" data-title="Longing de Alfred Austin" data-description="The hills slope down to the valley, the streams run down to the sea, And my heart, my heart, O far one! sets and strains towards thee. But only the feet of the mountain are felt by the rim of the plain, And the source and soul of the hurrying stre..."></div> </div> </div>

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