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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364085" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dreams Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill<br>Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the afternoon <br>Is full of dreams, my love, the boys are all still <br>In a wistful dream of Lorna Doone. <br> <br>The clink of the shunting engines is sharp and fine,<br>Like savage music striking far off, and there <br>On the great, uplifted blue palace, lights stir and shine <br>Where the glass is domed in the blue, soft air.<br> <br>There lies the world, my darling, full of wonder and wistfulness and strange<br>Recognition and greetings of half-acquaint things, as I greet the cloud<br>Of blue palace aloft there, among misty indefinite dreams that range<br>At the back of my life’s horizon, where the dreamings of past lives crowd.<br> <br>Over the nearness of Norwood Hill, through the mellow veil<br>Of the afternoon glows to me the old romance of David and Dora,<br>With the old, sweet, soothing tears, and laughter that shakes the sail<br>Of the ship of the soul over seas where dreamed dreams lure the unoceaned explorer.<br> <br>All the bygone, hushèd years <br>Streaming back where the mist distils <br>Into forgetfulness: soft-sailing waters where fears<br>No longer shake, where the silk sail fills<br>With an unfelt breeze that ebbs over the seas, where the storm<br>Of living has passed, on and on <br>Through the coloured iridescence that swims in the warm<br>Wake of the tumult now spent and gone, <br>Drifts my boat, wistfully lapsing after<br>The mists of vanishing tears and the echo of laughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Herbert+Lawrence">David Herbert Lawrence</a><div class=q>
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Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the afternoon 
Is full of dreams, my love, the boys are all still 
In a wistful dream of Lorna Doone. 
 
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