<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Geotheos</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As sweet as the look of a lover<br>Saluting the eyes of a maid<br>That blossom to blue as the maid<br>Is ablush to the glances above her,<br>The sunshine is gilding the glade<br>And lifting the lark out of shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sing therefore high praises, and therefore<br>Sing songs that are ancient as gold,<br>Of earth in her garments of gold;<br>Nor ask of their meaning, nor wherefore<br>They charm as of yore, for behold!<br>The Earth is as fair as of old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sing songs of the pride of the mountains,<br>And songs of the strength of the seas,<br>And the fountains that fall to the seas<br>From the hands of the hills, and the fountains<br>That shine in the temples of trees,<br>In valleys of roses and bees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sing songs that are dreamy and tender,<br>Of slender Arabian palms,<br>And shadows that circle the palms,<br>Where caravans out of the splendor,<br>Are kneeling in blossoms and balms,<br>In islands of infinite calms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Barbaric, O Man, was thy runing<br>When mountains were stained as with wine<br>By the dawning of Time, and as wine<br>Were the seas, yet its echoes are crooning,<br>Achant in the gusty pine<br>And the pulse of the poet's line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</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=342814" data-title="Geotheos de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="As sweet as the look of a lover Saluting the eyes of a maid That blossom to blue as the maid Is ablush to the glances above her, The sunshine is gilding the glade And lifting the lark out of shade. Sing therefore high praises, and therefore Sing..."></div> </div> </div>

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