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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354032" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poet’s Choice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas in youth, that hour of dreaming; <br>Round me, visions fair were beaming, <br>Golden fancies, brightly gleaming, <br>Such as start to birth <br>When the wandering restless mind, <br>Drunk with beauty, thinks to find <br>Creatures of a fairy kind <br>Realised on Earth! <br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, for me, in every dell <br>Hamadryads seem'd to dwell <br>(They who die, as Poets tell, <br>Each with her own tree); <br>And sweet mermaids, low reclining, <br>Dim light through their grottos shining, <br>Green weeds round their soft limbs twinng, <br>Peopled the deep Sea. <br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, when moon and stars were fair, <br>Nymph-like visions fill'd the air, <br>With blue wings and golden hair <br>Bending from the skies; <br>And each cave by echo haunted <br>In its depth of shadow granted, <br>Brightly, the Egeria wanted, <br>To my eager eyes. <br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But those glories pass'd away; <br>Earth seem'd left to dull decay, <br>And my heart in sadness lay, <br>Desolate, uncheer'd; <br>Like one wrapt in painful sleeping, <br>Pining, thirsting, waaking, weeping, <br>Watsh thro' Life's dark midnight keeping, <br>Till THY form appear'd! <br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THEN my soul, whose erring measure <br>Knew not where to find true pleasure <br>Woke and seized the golden treasure <br>Of thy human love; <br>And, looking on thy radiant brow, <br>My lips in gladness breathed the vow <br>Which angels, not more fair than thou, <br>Have register'd above. <br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now I take my quiet rest, <br>With my head upon thy breast, <br>I will make no fiurther quest <br>In Fancy's realms of light; <br>Fay, nor nymph, nor wing&emacr;d spirit, <br>Shall my store of love inherit; <br>More thy mortal charm doth merit <br>Than dream, however bright: <br>VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my soul,-like some sweet bird <br>Whose song at summer eve is heard, <br>When the breeze, so lightly stirr'd, <br>Leaves the branch unbent,-- <br>Sits and all-triumphant sings, <br>Folding up her brooding wings, <br>And gazing out on earthly things <br>With a calm content.</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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'Twas in youth, that hour of dreaming; 
Round me, visions fair were beaming, 
Golden fancies, brightly gleaming, 
Such as start to birth 
When the wandering restless mind, 
Drunk with beauty, thinks to find 
Creatures of a fairy kind 
Realised..."></div>
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