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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Avis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a golden rolling sound <br>Booming came a bell,<br>From the aery in the tower<br>Eagles fell;<br>So with regal wings <br>Hurled, and gleaming sound and power, <br>Sprang the fatal spell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten a storm of burnished doves<br>Gleaming from the cote<br>Flurried by the almonry<br>O'er the moat,--<br>Fell and soared and fell<br>With the arc and iris eye<br>Burning breast and throat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Avis heard the beaten bell<br>Break the quiet space,<br>Gathering softly in the room <br>Round her face;<br>And the sound of wings<br>From the deeps of rosy gloom<br>Rustled in the place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing moved along the wall,<br>Weltered on the floor;<br>Only in the purple deep,<br>Streaming o'er,<br>Came the dream of sound<br>Silent as the dale of sleep,<br>Where the dreams are four.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(One of love without a word,<br>Wan to look upon,<br>One of fear without a cry, <br>Cowering stone,<br>And the dower of life, <br>Grief without a single sigh,<br>Pain without a moan.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Avis-Avis!&quot; Cried a voice;<br>Then the voice was mute.<br>&quot;Avis!&quot; Soft the echo lay<br>As the lute.<br>Where she was she fell,<br>Drowsy as mandragora,<br>Trancèd to the root.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she heard her mother's voice,<br>Tender as a dove;<br>Then her lover plain and sigh,<br>&quot;Avis--Love!&quot;<br>Like the mavis bird<br>Calling, calling lonelily<br>From the eerie grove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she heard within the vast <br>Closure of the spell,<br>Rolled and moulded into one <br>Rounded swell,<br>All the sounds that ever were <br>Uttered underneath the sun,<br>Heard in heaven or hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the arras moved the wind,<br>And the window cloth<br>Rippled like a serpent barred,<br>Gray with wrath;<br>In the brazier gold<br>The wan ghost of a rose charred<br>Fluttered like a moth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tranquil lay her darkened eyes <br>As the pools that keep<br>Auras dim of fern and frond <br>Dappled, deep,<br>Dreamy as the map of Nod;<br>Moveless was she as a wand<br>In the wind of sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the birds began to cry<br>From the crannied wall,<br>Piping as the morning rose<br>Mystical,<br>Gray with whistling rain,<br>Silver with the light that flows<br>In the interval.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pallid poplars cast a shade,<br>Twinkling gray and dun,<br>Where the wind and water wove<br>Into one<br>All the linnet leaves,<br>Greening from the mere and grove<br>In the undern sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night fell with the ferny dusk, <br>Planets paled and grew,<br>Up, with lily and clarid turns<br>Throbbing through,<br>Rose the robin's song,<br>Heart of home and love that burns beating in the dew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she neither moved nor heard,<br>Trancèd was her breath;<br>Lip on charmèd lip was laid<br>(One who saith<br>&quot;Love-Undone&quot; and falls).<br>Silent was she as a shade<br>In the dells of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Duncan+Campbell+Scott">Duncan Campbell Scott</a><div class=q>
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Booming came a bell,
From the aery in the tower
Eagles fell;
So with regal wings 
Hurled, and gleaming sound and power, 
Sprang the fatal spell.

Ten a storm of burnished doves
Gleaming from the cote
Flurried by the al..."></div>
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