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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353444" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Midsummer Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamed of Paradise Garden; <br>sunlight sliding down<br>from an infinite sky<br>through cedar trees to emerald lawns; <br>oriental poppies six feet high, <br>Indian butterflies gliding by<br>through multilayered shades of blue.<br>Olympian Apollo’s statue<br>holds a fountain in his hands, <br>which swirls and mists, sparkles and cools, <br>cascading down to deep green pools, <br>where red carp flash on silver sands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gazing round I find, <br>beyond the mirror of my mind, <br>past flowering trees and shrubberies, <br>how all around<br>this fertile ground<br>the garden is confined<br>within a fence of iron bars, <br>which stretches high <br>to arch across and make a canopy<br>between me and the sky.<br>The falcons, hawks and eagles<br>which circle round are kept at bay<br>and cannot swoop to seize as prey<br>the song birds that sing here all day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the bars, a crawling multitude <br>swarms to and fro insatiably <br>but cannot find its way<br>into my garden solitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heavens! I thought, the truth is clear to me! <br>That restless swarming world <br>is a prison shut in by iron bars.<br>Only I, in my garden, am completely free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brian+Taylor">Brian Taylor</a><div class=q>
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sunlight sliding down
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through cedar trees to emerald lawns; 
oriental poppies six feet high, 
Indian butterflies gliding by
through multilayered shades of blue.
Olympian Apollo’s statue
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