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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368990" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In London</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I look out on London's teeming streets, <br>On grim grey houses, and on leaden skies, <br>My courage fails me, and my heart grows sick, <br>And I remember that fair heritage <br>Barter'd by me for what your London gives. <br>This is not Nature's city: I am kin <br>To whatsoever is of free and wild, <br>And here I pine between these narrow walls, <br>And London's smoke hides all the stars from me, <br>Light from mine eyes, and Heaven from my heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For in an island of those Southern seas <br>That lie behind me, guarded by the Cross <br>That looks all night from out our splendid skies, <br>I know a valley opening to the East. <br>There, hour by hour, the lazy tide creeps in <br>Upon the sands I shall not pace again -- <br>Save in a dream, -- and, hour by hour, the tide <br>Creeps lazily out, and I behold it not, <br>Nor the young moon slow sinking to her rest <br>Behind the hills; nor yet the dead white trees <br>Glimmering in the starlight: they are ghosts <br>Of what has been, and shall be never more. <br>No, never more! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor shall I hear again <br>The wind that rises at the dead of night <br>Suddenly, and sweeps inward from the sea, <br>Rustling the tussock, nor the wekas' wail <br>Echoing at evening from the tawny hills. <br>In that deserted garden that I lov'd <br>Day after day, my flowers drop unseen; <br>And as your Summer slips away in tears, <br>Spring wakes our lovely Lady of the Bush, <br>The Kowhai, and she hastes to wrap herself <br>All in a mantle wrought of living gold; <br>Then come the birds, who are her worshippers, <br>To hover round her; tuis swift of wing, <br>And bell-birds flashing sudden in the sun, <br>Carolling: Ah! what English nightingale, <br>Heard in the stillness of a summer eve, <br>From out the shadow of historic elms, <br>Sings sweeter than our Bell-bird of the Bush? <br>And Spring is here: now the Veronica, <br>Our Koromiko, whitens on the cliff, <br>The honey-sweet Manuka buds, and bursts <br>In bloom, and the divine Convolvulus, <br>Most fair and frail of all our forest flowers, <br>Stars every covert, running riotous. <br>O quiet valley, opening to the East, <br>How far from this thy peacefulness am I! <br>Ah me, how far! and far this stream of Life <br>From thy clear creek fast falling to the sea! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet let me not lament that these things are <br>In that lov'd country I shall see no more; <br>All that has been is mine inviolate, <br>Lock'd in the secret book of memory. <br>And though I change, my valley knows no change. <br>And when I look on London's teeming streets, <br>On grim grey houses, and on leaden skies, <br>When speech seems but the babble of a crowd, <br>And music fails me, and my lamp of life <br>Burns low, and Art, my mistress, turns from me, -- <br>Then do I pass beyond the Gate of Dreams <br>Into my kingdom, walking unconstrained <br>By ways familiar under Southern skies; <br>Nor unaccompanied; the dear dumb things <br>I lov'd once, have their immortality. <br>There too is all fulfilment of desire: <br>In this the valley of my Paradise <br>I find again lost ideals, dreams too fair <br>For lasting; there I meet once more mine own <br>Whom Death has stolen, or Life estranged from me, -- <br>And thither, with the coming of the dark, <br>Thou comest, and the night is full of stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dora+Wilcox">Dora Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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On grim grey houses, and on leaden skies, 
My courage fails me, and my heart grows sick, 
And I remember that fair heritage 
Barter'd by me for what your London gives. 
This is not Nature's city: I am ..."></div>
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