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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358590" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning Song Of Senlin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning <br>When the light drips through the shutters like the dew, <br>I arise, I face the sunrise, <br>And do the things my fathers learned to do. <br>Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops <br>Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die, <br>And I myself on a swiftly tilting planet <br>Stand before a glass and tie my tie. <br>Vine leaves tap my window, <br>Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, <br>The robin chips in the chinaberry tree <br>Repeating three clear tones. <br>It is morning. I stand by the mirror <br>And tie my tie once more. <br>While waves far off in a pale rose twilight <br>Crash on a white sand shore. <br>I stand by a mirror and comb my hair: <br>How small and white my face!—<br>The green earth tilts through a sphere of air <br>And bathes in a flame of space. <br>There are houses hanging above the stars <br>And stars hung under a sea. . . <br>And a sun far off in a shell of silence <br>Dapples my walls for me. . . <br>It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning <br>Should I not pause in the light to remember God? <br>Upright and firm I stand on a star unstable, <br>He is immense and lonely as a cloud. <br>I will dedicate this moment before my mirror <br>To him alone, and for him I will comb my hair. <br>Accept these humble offerings, cloud of silence! <br>I will think of you as I descend the stair. <br>Vine leaves tap my window, <br>The snail-track shines on the stones, <br>Dew-drops flash from the chinaberry tree <br>Repeating two clear tones. <br>It is morning, I awake from a bed of silence, <br>Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep. <br>The walls are about me still as in the evening, <br>I am the same, and the same name still I keep. <br>The earth revolves with me, yet makes no motion, <br>The stars pale silently in a coral sky. <br>In a whistling void I stand before my mirror, <br>Unconcerned, I tie my tie. <br>There are horses neighing on far-off hills <br>Tossing their long white manes, <br>And mountains flash in the rose-white dusk, <br>Their shoulders black with rains. . . <br>It is morning. I stand by the mirror <br>And surprise my soul once more; <br>The blue air rushes above my ceiling, <br>There are suns beneath my floor. . . <br>. . . It is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness <br>And depart on the winds of space for I know not where, <br>My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket, <br>And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair. <br>There are shadows across the windows, clouds in heaven, <br>And a god among the stars; and I will go <br>Thinking of him as I might think of daybreak <br>And humming a tune I know. . . <br>Vine-leaves tap at the window, <br>Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, <br>The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree <br>Repeating three clear tones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</a><div class=q>
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When the light drips through the shutters like the dew, 
I arise, I face the sunrise, 
And do the things my fathers learned to do. 
Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops 
Pale in a saffron mist..."></div>
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