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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Monte Pincio</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,<br>Radiant colors from heaven are beaming<br>Life's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;-<br>Glory in death o'er the mountains is spread.<br>Cupolas burn, but the fog in far masses<br>Over the bluish-black fields softly passes,<br>Rolling as whilom oblivion pale;<br>Hid is yon valley 'neath thousand years' veil.<br>Evening so red and warm<br>Glows as the people swarm,<br>Notes of the cornet flare,<br>Flowers and brown eyes fair.<br>Great men of old stand in marble erected,<br>Waiting, scarce known and neglected.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vespers are ringing, through roseate air<br>Nebulous floating of tone-sacrifices,<br>Twilight in churches now broadens and rises,<br>Incense and word fill the evening with prayer.<br>Over the Sabines the flame-belt is knotted,<br>Shepherds' lights through the Campagna are dotted,<br>Rome with her lamps dimly breaks on the sight,-<br>Shadowy legend from history's night.<br>But to the evening's spell<br>Dances the Saltarell';-<br>Fireworks flash and play,<br>Mora and laughter gay;-<br>Colors and tones in all thoughts are enthroning<br>Harmony's gracious condoning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost has the light in its soundless affray,<br>Heaven its vaulting of dark-blue is framing,<br>Where from infinity deep stars are flaming,<br>Earth's masses sink into vapor away.<br>Fleeing the darkness, the eyes seek the city,<br>Meet with its torches a corpse borne in pity;<br>These seek the night, but a flag is each light,<br>Waving the hope of eternity bright.<br>Gaily to dance and wine<br>Mandolins give the sign.<br>Monkish song, noise of streets,<br>Drowned by a drum's stern beats;-<br>Through all the dreaming life's arteries flowing,<br>Glimpses of daylight are going.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence o'er all, and the darker blue sky<br>Watches serenely expectant, 'mid cheering<br>Dreams of the past and the future that's nearing:-<br>Fluctuant gleams in the gray that is nigh.<br>But they will gather, and Rome be resurgent,<br>Day-dawn from Italy's midnight emergent:<br>Cannon shall sound and the bells ring the new,<br>Mem'ries illumine the future's bright blue!-<br>Greeting a bridal pair<br>Charming in hope so rare,<br>Voices bring soft salute,<br>Music of harp and flute.<br>Mightier yearnings sweet sleep is beguiling;-<br>Lesser dare waken to smiling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bj%C3%B8rnstjerne+Bj%C3%B8rnson">Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson</a><div class=q>
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Radiant colors from heaven are beaming
Life's lustrous longings in infinite streaming;-
Glory in death o'er the mountains is spread.
Cupolas burn, but the fog in far masses
Over the bluish-black fields softly ..."></div>
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