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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354160" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pimpernel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE walks beside the silent shore,<br>The tide is high, the breeze is still;<br>No ripple breaks the ocean-floor,<br>The sunshine sleeps upon the hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The turf is warm beneath her feet,<br>Bordering the beach of stone and shell,<br>And thick about her path the sweet<br>Red blossoms of the pimpernel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O sleep not yet, my flower!” she cries,<br>“Nor prophesy of storm to come;<br>Tell me that under steadfast skies<br>Fair winds shall bring my lover home.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stoops to gather flower and shell,<br>She sits, and, smiling, studies each<br>She hears the full tide rise and swell<br>And whisper softly on the beach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waking she dreams a golden dream,<br>Remembering with what still delight,<br>To watch the sunset’s fading gleam,<br>Here by the waves they stood last night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leans on that encircling arm,<br>Divinely strong with power to draw<br>Her nature, as the moon doth charm<br>The swaying sea with heavenly law.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All lost in bliss the moments glide,<br>She feels his whisper, his caress;<br>The murmur of the mustering tide<br>Brings her no presage of distress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What breaks her dream? She lifts her eyes,<br>Reluctant to destroy the spell;<br>The color from her bright cheek dies, —<br>Close folded is the pimpernel!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With rapid glance she scans the sky:<br>Rises a sudden wind, and grows,<br>And charged with storm the cloud-heaps lie.<br>Well may the scarlet blossoms close!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A touch, and bliss is turned to bale!<br>Life only keeps the sense of pain;<br>The world holds naught save one white sail<br>Flying before the wind and rain.<br>Broken upon the wheel of fear<br>She wears the storm-vexed hour away;<br>And now in gold and fire draws near<br>The sunset of her troubled day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But to her sky is yet denied<br>The sun that lights the world for her:<br>She sweeps the rose-flushed ocean wide<br>With eager eyes that quick tears blur.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lonely, lonely all the space<br>Stretches, with never sign of sail,<br>And sadder grows her wistful face,<br>And all the sunset splendors fail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And cold and pale, in still despair,<br>With heavier grief than tongue can tell,<br>She sinks, — upon her lips a prayer,<br>Her cheek against the pimpernel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wee blossoms wet with showery tears<br>On her shut eyes their droplets shed,<br>Only the wakened waves she hears<br>That singing drown his rapid tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sweet, I am here !' Joy’s gates swing wide,<br>And heaven is theirs, and all is well,<br>And left beside the ebbing tide<br>Forgotten is the pimpernel.</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>
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The tide is high, the breeze is still;
No ripple breaks the ocean-floor,
The sunshine sleeps upon the hill.

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Bordering the beach of stone and shell,
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