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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341624" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Come down, O Maid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: <br>What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), <br>In height and cold, the splendour of the hills? <br>But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease <br>To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, <br>To sit a star upon the sparkling spire; <br>And come, for Love is of the valley, come, <br>For Love is of the valley, come thou down <br>And find him; by the happy threshold, he, <br>Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, <br>Or red with spirted purple of the vats, <br>Or foxlike in the vine; nor cares to walk <br>With Death and Morning on the silver horns, <br>Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine, <br>Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, <br>That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls <br>To roll the torrent out of dusky doors: <br>But follow; let the torrent dance thee down <br>To find him in the valley; let the wild <br>Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave <br>The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill <br>Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, <br>That like a broken purpose waste in air: <br>So waste not thou; but come; for all the vales <br>Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth <br>Arise to thee; the children call, and I <br>Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, <br>Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; <br>Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, <br>The moan of doves in immemorial elms, <br>And murmuring of innumerable bees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q>
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What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), 
In height and cold, the splendour of the hills? 
But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease 
To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, 
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