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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348461" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blossom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A LONE rose in a garden burned—a quivering flame, <br> But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came; <br> And now an envious wind with itching fingers leant <br> And touched its lingering beauty, and the petals went <br> Upon the twilight tossing swift, <br> Like little dusky boats adrift. <br> Then in the birth and doom of that brief rose I saw <br> The long unrolling of creation's one vast law. <br> All things were blossom, and God thrilled at that flower's birth <br> As when from night-sheathed chaos broke this blossom-earth. <br> For God no large or little knows— <br> A universe slept in the rose. <br> The scattered star-mist, that dishevelled trails through Space, <br> Hears the low whisper of the Spring, and to its place <br> Whirls vastly, and its bulk with aching life is torn, <br> And with a pang that shakes all Space a sun is born <br> But God on it bestows the heed <br> He gives to any wayside weed. <br> About it bloom the planets, like a pageantry <br> Of rival blossoms in a garden-galaxy. <br> They break and wane and wither, till upon some earth, <br> <br> Faded and chill and shrunken, a pallid thing has birth; <br> And on a world weary with strife <br> Creeps forth the efflorescence Life. <br> Strange vegetations fiercely bloom and fall from sight; <br> Monsters uncouth are spawned, and sink into the night; <br> Huge mountains blossom white beneath the ocean spray; <br> Vast tropics glow where once the glacier-ice held sway— <br> Till, like a lichen on the stone, <br> Comes Man, bearing a soul unknown. <br> The lichen spreads, and civilisations grow forlorn, <br> Bloom once, and, dying, blight the place where they were born. <br> Incomparable, unique, each in lone splendour burns; <br> Each bears one perfect grace that nevermore returns. <br> Ah! gone is sculptured Egypt—gone <br> The blossom that was Babylon! <br> The lotus of the East, the Grecian lily cold— <br> Each blossoms only one new beauty to unfold. <br> <br> And this rich rose, the West, that opens now so vast, <br> Shall tell its message, then upon the night be cast. <br> But still God scatters through the gloom <br> New seeds whence nobler flowers shall bloom. <br> And æons rise and fade, and still the petal-years <br> Fall from the trembling stem of Time, that proudly rears <br> Space, like the last huge blossom of the far-thrown seed; <br> And Space itself shall wither like a trampled weed. <br> But in the void the Sower still <br> Scatters new seed, until—until…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a><div class=q>
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 But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came; 
 And now an envious wind with itching fingers leant 
 And touched its lingering beauty, and the petals went 
 Upon the twilight tossing swift, 
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