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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342148" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Heritage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ON summer evenings when the full moon shines<br>Serene and fair,<br>High in the crystal air,<br>On hillsides deep in birches and in pines,<br>Then in all hearts there stirs a hidden fire<br>Of hope, or memory;<br>Some their beloved dead more yearningly desire, <br>Some dream of loves to be,<br>Some weep their swift and sweet mortality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I remember only,<br>Long centuries ago,<br>A glen more dark and lonely<br>Than these which now I know; <br>The noise of waters flowing, <br>And faint, salt breezes blowing, <br>Ivy and myrtle growing,<br>As here they do not grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, when the moon was at full we would come, we would come,<br>To the shrilling of pipes, and the terrible tone of the drum ,<br>Rolling long, rolling loud, as the voice that presages the rain,<br>We would come to the cavern profound, to the holy domain.<br>Then in the moonlight entrancing,<br>Figures moved agile and fleet,<br>Then there was dancing, ay, dancing,<br>Leaping and stamping of feet,  <br>Dancers that drifted and darted,<br>Light as a leaf in the breeze,<br>Circles that met and that parted,<br>While the stars danced through the trees.<br>Quickening, the drums beat the measure,<br>All the night long on the hill, -<br>Such was the Thunderer's pleasure. . . .<br>This I remember me still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O placid northern moon on this calm lake <br>Beaming demure and tame,<br>How can I take<br>Aught of delight in thy pale flame?<br>I ache<br>For a communion I have known<br>Long centuries ago,<br>Which nevermore the world will seek, or know; <br>For a belief outgrown,<br>Yet how much more my own<br>Than creeds that hold me quiet on my knees; <br>For rites, that brought delights like these,<br>And Gods I once knew how to please.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Duer+Miller">Alice Duer Miller</a><div class=q>
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Serene and fair,
High in the crystal air,
On hillsides deep in birches and in pines,
Then in all hearts there stirs a hidden fire
Of hope, or memory;
Some their beloved dead more yearningly desire, 
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