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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ifs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH! if the winds could whisper what they hear,<br>When murmuring round at sunset through the grove;<br>If words were written on the streamlet clear,<br>So often spoken fearlessly above:<br>If tell-tale stars, descending from on high,<br>Could image forth the thoughts of all that gaze,<br>Entranced upon that deep cerulean sky,<br>And count how few think only of their rays!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If the lulled heaving ocean could disclose<br>All that has passed upon her golden sand,<br>When the moon-lighted waves triumphant rose,<br>And dashed their spray upon the echoing strand.<br>If dews could tell how many tears have mixed<br>With the bright gem-like drops that Nature weeps,<br>If night could say how many eyes are fixed<br>On her dark shadows, while creation sleeps!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If echo, rising from her magic throne,<br>Repeated with her melody of voice<br>Each timid sigh-each whispered word and tone,<br>Which made the hearer's listening heart rejoice.<br>If Nature could, unchecked, repeat aloud<br>All she hath heard and seen-must hear and see-<br>Where would the whispering, vowing, sighing crowd<br>Of lovers, and their blushing partners, be?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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When murmuring round at sunset through the grove;
If words were written on the streamlet clear,
So often spoken fearlessly above:
If tell-tale stars, descending from on high,
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