<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sitting On The Shore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE tide has ebbed away: <br>No more wild dashings 'gainst the adamant rocks, <br>Nor swayings amidst sea-weed false that mocks <br>The hues of gardens gay: <br>No laugh of little wavelets at their play: <br>No lucid pools reflecting heaven's clear brow-- <br>Both storm and calm alike are ended now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rocks sit gray and lone: <br>The shifting sand is spread so smooth and dry, <br>That not a tide might ever have swept by <br>Stirring it with rude moan: <br>Only some weedy fragments idly thrown <br>To rot beneath the sky, tell what has been: <br>But Desolation's self has grown serene. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Afar the mountains rise, <br>And the broad estuary widens out, <br>All sunshine; wheeling round and round about <br>Seaward, a white bird flies. <br>A bird? Nay, seems it rather in these eyes <br>A spirit, o'er Eternity's dim sea <br>Calling--'Come thou where all we glad souls be. <br>O life, O silent shore, <br>Where we sit patient; O great sea beyond <br>To which we turn with solemn hope and fond, <br>But sorrowful no more: <br>A little while, and then we too shall soar <br>Like white-winged sea-birds into the Infinite Deep: <br>Till then, Thou, Father--wilt our spirits keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368571" data-title="Sitting On The Shore de Dinah Maria Mulock Craik" data-description="THE tide has ebbed away: No more wild dashings 'gainst the adamant rocks, Nor swayings amidst sea-weed false that mocks The hues of gardens gay: No laugh of little wavelets at their play: No lucid pools reflecting heaven's clear brow-- Both ..."></div> </div> </div>

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