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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballade Of The Midnight Forest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,<br>Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;<br>The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,<br>And wolves still dread Diana roaming free<br>In secret woodland with her company.<br>'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite<br>When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,<br>And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,<br>Then down the dells, with blown soft hair and bright,<br>And through the dim wood Dian threads her way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With water-weeds twined in their locks of gold<br>The strange cold forest-fairies dance in glee,<br>Sylphs over-timorous and over-bold<br>Haunt the dark hollows where the dwarf may be,<br>The wild red dwarf, the nixies' enemy;<br>Then 'mid their mirth, and laughter, and affright,<br>The sudden Goddess enters, tall and white,<br>With one long sigh for summers pass'd away;<br>The swift feet tear the ivy nets outright<br>And through the dim wood Dian threads her way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She gleans her silvan trophies; down the wold<br>She hears the sobbing of the stags that flee<br>Mixed with the music of the hunting roll'd,<br>But her delight is all in archery,<br>And naught of ruth and pity wotteth she<br>More than her hounds that follow on the flight;<br>The goddess draws a golden bow of might<br>And thick she rains the gentle shafts that slay.<br>She tosses loose her locks upon the night,<br>And through the dim wood Dian threads her way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENVOY.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prince, let us leave the din, the dust, the spite,<br>The gloom and glare of towns, the plague, the blight:<br>Amid the forest leaves and fountain spray<br>There is the mystic home of our delight,<br>And through the dim wood Dian threads her way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels..."></div>
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