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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348129" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In November (2)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With loitering step and quiet eye, <br> Beneath the low November sky, <br> I wandered in the woods, and found <br> A clearing, where the broken ground <br> Was scattered with black stumps and briers, <br> And the old wreck of forest fires. <br> It was a bleak and sandy spot, <br> And, all about, the vacant plot, <br> Was peopled and inhabited <br> By scores of mulleins long since dead. <br> A silent and forsaken brood <br> In that mute opening of the wood, <br> So shrivelled and so thin they were, <br> So gray, so haggard, and austere, <br> Not plants at all they seemed to me, <br> But rather some spare company <br> Of hermit folk, who long ago, <br> Wandering in bodies to and fro, <br> Had chanced upon this lonely way, <br> And rested thus, till death one day <br> Surprised them at their compline prayer, <br> And left them standing lifeless there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There was no sound about the wood<br> Save the wind's secret stir. I stood<br> Among the mullein-stalks as still<br> As if myself had grown to be<br> One of their sombre company,<br> A body without wish or will <br> And as I stood, quite suddenly, <br> Down from a furrow in the sky <br> The sun shone out a little space <br> Across that silent sober place, <br> Over the sand heaps and brown sod, <br> The mulleins and dead goldenrod, <br> And passed beyond the thickets gray, <br> And lit the fallen leaves that lay, <br> Level and deep within the wood, <br> A rustling yellow multitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And all around me the thin light,<br> So sere, so melancholy bright,<br> Fell like the half-reflected gleam<br> Or shadow of some former dream;<br> A moment's golden reverie<br> Poured out on every plant and tree<br> A semblance of weird joy, or less,<br> A sort of spectral happiness;<br> And I, too, standing idly there,<br> With muffled hands in the chill air,<br> Felt the warm glow about my feet,<br> And shuddering betwixt cold and heat,<br> Drew my thoughts closer, like a cloak,<br> While something in my blood awoke,<br> A nameless and unnatural cheer,<br> A pleasure secret and austere.</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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 Beneath the low November sky, 
 I wandered in the woods, and found 
 A clearing, where the broken ground 
 Was scattered with black stumps and briers, 
 And the old wreck of forest fires. 
 It was a bleak and s..."></div>
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