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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354845" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dawn in the Mountains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the morning star, arising slow<br>Out of yon hill’s dark bulk, as she were born<br>Of its desire for day; then glides she forth<br>And into the dim sky, there leaving still<br>A whiteness in her wake that whitens more<br>As she ascends, till all the gloomy woods<br>Are touched along their multiformous lines<br>By a faint gleaming azure, creeping on:<br>A few thin stripes of fleecy clouds lie long<br>And motionless above the eastern steeps,<br>Like threads of silver lace; till suddenly,<br>Out from the flushing centre to the ends<br>On either hand, their lustrous layers become<br>Dipt all in crimson streaked with pink and gold;<br>And then at last are edged as with a band<br>Of crystal all on fire. Meanwhile the stars,<br>Those golden children of eternity,<br>Have all withdrawn within the Invisible;<br>That skiey gleam and azure prevalence<br>Which first bespoke the dawn works out and down<br>Ev’n to the grassy ground; till all the trees,<br>Clearly defined to their minutest sprays,<br>Stand in unspeakable beauty. Long before<br>The sun himself is seen, off towards the west<br>A range of mighty summits more and more<br>Blaze each like a huge cresset in the keen<br>Clear atmosphere. As if the spirit of light<br>Advancing swiftly thence, and eastward still,<br>Kept kindling them in quick succession, till<br>The universal company of cones<br>And peaks pyramidal stand burning all<br>With rosy fires like a wide-ranging circ<br>Of mighty altars, where the spirit of man<br>Can feel the presence of that greater soul<br>Which makes all nature, and of which itself<br>Is but an effluence, however far<br>Projected, or detached by tract of time;<br>Even as a sunbeam’s fountain in the sun,<br>Whether it hit the earth or glance away<br>Into infinitude—shooting on for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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Out of yon hill’s dark bulk, as she were born
Of its desire for day; then glides she forth
And into the dim sky, there leaving still
A whiteness in her wake that whitens more
As she ascends, till all the gloo..."></div>
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