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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348093" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Autumn Landscape</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No wind there is that either pipes or moans;<br>The fields are cold and still; the sky<br>Is covered with a blue-gray sheet<br>Of motionless cloud; and at my feet<br>The river, curling softly by,<br>Whispers and dimples round its quiet gray stones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the chill green slope that dips and heaves<br>The road runs rough and silent, lined<br>With plum-trees, misty and blue-gray,<br>And poplars pallid as the day,<br>In masses spectral, undefined,<br>Pale greenish stems half hid in dry gray leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on beside the river's sober edge<br>A long fresh field lies black. Beyond,<br>Low thickets gray and reddish stand,<br>Stroked white with birch; and near at hand,<br>Over a little steel-smooth pond,<br>Hang multitudes of thin and withering sedge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across a waste and solitary rise<br>A ploughman urges his dull team,<br>A stooped gray figure with prone brow<br>That plunges bending to the plough<br>With strong, uneven steps. The stream<br>Rings and re-echoes with his furious cries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes the lowing of a cow, long-drawn,<br>Comes from far off; and crows in strings<br>Pass on the upper silences.<br>A flock of small gray goldfinches,<br>Flown down with silvery twitterings,<br>Rustle among the birch-cones and are gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This day the season seems like one that heeds,<br>With fixed ear and lifted hand,<br>All moods that yet are known on earth,<br>All motions that have faintest birth,<br>If haply she may understand<br>The utmost inward sense of all her deeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+Lampman">Archibald Lampman</a><div class=q>
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The fields are cold and still; the sky
Is covered with a blue-gray sheet
Of motionless cloud; and at my feet
The river, curling softly by,
Whispers and dimples round its quiet gray stones.

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