<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348136" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life and Nature</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I passed through the gates of the city,<br>The streets were strange and still,<br>Through the doors of the open churches<br>The organs were moaning shrill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the doors and the great high windows<br>I heard the murmur of prayer,<br>And the sound of their solemn singing<br>Streamed out on the sunlit air;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sound of some great burden<br>That lay on the world's dark breast,<br>Of the old, and the sick, and the lonely,<br>And the weary that cried for rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I strayed through the midst of the city<br>Like one distracted or mad.<br>'Oh, Life! Oh, Life!' I kept saying,<br>And the very word seemed sad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I passed through the gates of the city,<br>And I heard the small birds sing,<br>I laid me down in the meadows<br>Afar from the bell-ringing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the depth and the bloom of the meadows<br>I lay on the earth's quiet breast,<br>The poplar fanned me with shadows,<br>And the veery sang me to rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue, blue was the heaven above me,<br>And the earth green at my feet;<br>'Oh, Life! Oh, Life!' I kept saying,<br>And the very word seemed sweet.</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> <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=348136" data-title="Life and Nature de Archibald Lampman" data-description="I passed through the gates of the city, The streets were strange and still, Through the doors of the open churches The organs were moaning shrill. Through the doors and the great high windows I heard the murmur of prayer, And the sound of their s..."></div> </div> </div>

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