<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354151" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Land-Locked</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black lie the hills; swiftly doth daylight flee;<br>And, catching gleams of sunset's dying smile,<br>Through the dusk land for many a changing mile<br>The river runneth softly to the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happy river, could I follow thee!<br>O yearning heart, that never can be still!<br>O wistful eyes, that watch the steadfast hill,<br>Longing for level line of solemn sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have patience; here are flowers and songs of birds,<br>Beauty and fragrance, wealth of sound and sight,<br>All summer's glory thine from morn till night,<br>And life too full of joy for uttered words.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Neither am I ungrateful; but I dream<br>Deliciously how twilight falls to-night<br>Over the glimmering water, how the light<br>Dies blissfully away, until I seem</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To feel the wind, sea-scented, on my cheek,<br>To catch the sound of dusky flapping sail<br>And dip of oars, and voices on the gale<br>Afar off, calling low, -- my name they speak!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Earth! Thy summer song of joy may soar<br>Ringing to heaven in triumph. I but crave<br>The sad, caressing murmur of the wave<br>That breaks in tender music on the shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Celia+Thaxter">Celia Thaxter</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354151" data-title="Land-Locked de Celia Thaxter" data-description="Black lie the hills; swiftly doth daylight flee; And, catching gleams of sunset's dying smile, Through the dusk land for many a changing mile The river runneth softly to the sea. O happy river, could I follow thee! O yearning heart, that never ca..."></div> </div> </div>

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