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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Autumn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dwell alone - I dwell alone, alone, <br>Whilst full my river flows down to the sea, <br>Gilded with flashing boats <br>That bring no friend to me: <br>O love-songs, gurgling from a hundred throats, <br>O love-pangs, let me be. <br>Fair fall the freighted boats which gold and stone <br>And spices bear to sea: <br>Slim, gleaming maidens swell their mellow notes, <br>Love-promising, entreating - <br>Ah! sweet, but fleeting - <br>Beneath the shivering, snow-white sails. <br>Hush! the wind flags and fails - <br>Hush! they will lie becalmed in sight of strand - <br>Sight of my strand, where I do dwell alone; <br>Their songs wake singing echoes in my land - <br>They cannot hear me moan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>One latest, solitary swallow flies <br>Across the sea, rough autumn-tempest tossed, <br>Poor bird, shall it be lost? <br>Dropped down into this uncongenial sea, <br>With no kind eyes <br>To watch it while it dies, <br>Unguessed, uncared for, free: <br>Set free at last, <br>The short pang past, <br>In sleep, in death, in dreamless sleep locked fast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mine avenue is all a growth of oaks, <br>Some rent by thunder strokes, <br>Some rustling leaves and acorns in the breeze; <br>Fair fall my fertile trees, <br>That rear their goodly heads, and live at ease. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A spider's web blocks all mine avenue; <br>He catches down and foolish painted flies, <br>That spider wary and wise. <br>Each morn it hangs a rainbow strung with dew <br>Betwixt boughs green with sap, <br>So fair, few creatures guess it is a trap: <br>I will not mar the web, <br>Though sad I am to see the small lives ebb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It shakes - my trees shake - for a wind is roused <br>In cavern where it housed: <br>Each white and quivering sail, <br>Of boats among the water leaves <br>Hollows and strains in the full-throated gale: <br>Each maiden sings again - <br>Each languid maiden, whom the calm <br>Had lulled to sleep with rest and spice and balm <br>Miles down my river to the sea <br>They float and wane, <br>Long miles away from me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Perhaps they say: ‘She grieves, <br>Uplifted, like a beacon, on her tower.’ <br>Perhaps they say: ‘One hour <br>More, and we dance among the golden sheaves.’ <br>Perhaps they say: ‘One hour <br>More, and we stand, <br>Face to face, hand in hand; <br>Make haste, O slack gale, to the looked-for land!’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My trees are not in flower, <br>I have no bower, <br>And gusty creaks my tower, <br>And lonesome, very lonesome, is my strand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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Whilst full my river flows down to the sea, 
Gilded with flashing boats 
That bring no friend to me: 
O love-songs, gurgling from a hundred throats, 
O love-pangs, let me be. 
Fair fall the freighted boats wh..."></div>
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