<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343165" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cambridge in the Long</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where drowsy sound of college-chimes<br>Across the air is blown,<br>And drowsy fragrance of the limes,<br>I lie and dream alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dazzling radiance reigns o'er all--<br>O'er gardens densely green,<br>O'er old grey bridges and the small,<br>Slow flood which slides between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the place; it is not strange,<br>But known of old and dear.--<br>What went I forth to seek? The change<br>Is mine; why am I here?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, in vain I turned away,<br>I fled the town in vain;<br>The strenuous life of yesterday<br>Calleth me back again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And was it peace I came to seek?<br>Yet here, where memories throng,<br>Ev'n here, I know the past is weak,<br>I know the present strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This drowsy fragrance, silent heat,<br>Suit not my present mind,<br>Whose eager thought goes out to meet<br>The life it left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit with sky to change; such hope,<br>An idle one we know;<br>Unship the oars, make loose the rope,<br>Push off the boat and go. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, would what binds me could have been<br>Thus loosened at a touch!<br>This pain of living is too keen,<br>Of loving, is too much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Levy">Amy Levy</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=343165" data-title="Cambridge in the Long de Amy Levy" data-description="Where drowsy sound of college-chimes Across the air is blown, And drowsy fragrance of the limes, I lie and dream alone. A dazzling radiance reigns o'er all-- O'er gardens densely green, O'er old grey bridges and the small, Slow flood which slides..."></div> </div> </div>

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