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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373448" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spring On Mattagmi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far in the east the rain-clouds sweep and harry,<br>Down the long haggard hills, formless and low,<br>Far in the west the shell-tints meet and marry,<br>Piled gray and tender blue and roseate snow;<br>East--like a fiend, the bolt-breasted, streaming<br>Storm strikes the world with lightning and with hail;<br>West--like the thought of a seraph that is dreaming,<br>Venus leads the young moon down the vale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the lake furrow between the gloom and bright'ning<br>Firm runs our long canoe with a whistling rush,<br>While Potàn the wise and the cunning Silver Lightning<br>Break with their slender blades the long clear hush;<br>Soon shall I pitch my tent amid the birches,<br>Wise Potàn shall gather boughs of balsam fir,<br>While for bark and dry wood Silver Lightning searches;<br>Soon the smoke shall hang and lapse in the moist air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon shall I sleep--if I may not remember<br>One who lives far away where the storm-cloud went;<br>May it part and starshine burn in many a quiet ember,<br>Over her towered city crowned with large content;<br>Dear God, let me sleep, here where deep peace is,<br>Let me own a dreamless sleep once for all the years,<br>Let me know a quiet mind and what heart ease is,<br>Lost to light and life and hope, to longing and to tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in the solitude less her memory presses,<br>Yet I see her lingering where the birches shine,<br>All the dark cedars are sleep-laden like her tresses,<br>The gold-moted wood-pools pellucid as her eyen;<br>Memories and ghost-forms of the days departed<br>People all the forest lone in the dead of night;<br>While Potàn and Silver Lightning sleep, the happy-hearted,<br>Troop they from their fastnesses upon my sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once when the tide came straining from the Lido,<br>In a sea of flame our gondola flickered like a sword,<br>Venice lay abroad builded like beauty's credo,<br>Smouldering like a gorget on the breast of the Lord:<br>Did she mourn for fame foredoomed or passion shattered<br>That with a sudden impulse she gathered at my side?<br>But when I spoke the ancient fates were flattered,<br>Chill there crept between us the imperceptible tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once I well remember in her twilight garden,<br>She pulled a half-blown rose, I thought it meant for me,<br>But poising in the act, and with half a sigh for pardon,<br>She hid it in her bosom where none may dare to see:<br>Had she a subtle meaning?--would to God I knew it,<br>Where'er I am I always feel the rose leaves nestling there,<br>If I might know her mind and the thought which then flashed through it,<br>My soul might look to heaven not commissioned to despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though she denied at parting the gift that I besought her,<br>Just a bit of ribbon or a strand of her hair;<br>Though she would not keep the token that I brought her,<br>Proud she stood and calm and marvellously fair;<br>Yet I saw her spirit--truth cannot dissemble--<br>Saw her pure as gold, staunch and keen and brave,<br>For she knows my worth and her heart was all atremble,<br>Lest her will should weaken and make her heart a slave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If she could be here where all the world is eager<br>For dear love with the primal Eden sway,<br>Where the blood is fire and no pulse is thin or meagre,<br>All the heart of all the world beats one way!<br>There is the land of fraud and fame and fashion,<br>Joy is but a gaud and withers in an hour,<br>Here is the land of quintessential passion,<br>Where in a wild throb Spring wells up with power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She would hear the partridge drumming in the distance,<br>Rolling out his mimic thunder in the sultry noons;<br>Hear beyond the silver reach in ringing wild persistence<br>Reel remote the ululating laughter of the loons;<br>See the shy moose fawn nestling by its mother,<br>In a cool marsh pool where the sedges meet;<br>Rest by a moss-mound where the twin-flowers smother<br>With a drowse of orient perfume drenched in light and heat:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She would see the dawn rise behind the smoky mountain,<br>In a jet of colour curving up to break,<br>While like spray from the iridescent fountain,<br>Opal fires weave over all the oval of the lake:<br>She would see like fireflies the stars alight and spangle<br>All the heaven meadows thick with growing dusk,<br>Feel the gipsy airs that gather up and tangle<br>The woodsy odours in a maze of myrrh and musk:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There in the forest all the birds are nesting,<br>Tells the hermit thrush the song he cannot tell,<br>While the white-throat sparrow never resting,<br>Even in the deepest night rings his crystal bell:<br>O, she would love me then with a wild elation,<br>Then she must love me and leave her lonely state,<br>Give me love yet keep her soul's imperial reservation,<br>Large as her deep nature and fathomless as fate:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, if she would lie beside me in the even,<br>On my deep couch heaped of balsam fir,<br>Fragrant with sleep as nothing under heaven,<br>Let the past and future mingle in one blur;<br>While all the stars were watchful and thereunder<br>Earth breathed not but took their silent light,<br>All life withdrew and wrapt in a wild wonder<br>Peace fell tranquil on the odorous night:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She would let me steal,--not consenting or denying--<br>One strong arm beneath her dusky hair,<br>She would let me bare, not resisting or complying,<br>One sweet breast so sweet and firm and fair;<br>Then with the quick sob of passion's shy endeavour,<br>She would gather close and shudder and swoon away,<br>She would be mine for ever and for ever,<br>Mine for all time and beyond the judgment day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vain is the dream, and deep with all derision--<br>Fate is stern and hard--fair and false and vain--<br>But what would life be worth without the vision,<br>Dark with sordid passion, pale with wringing pain?<br>What I dream is mine, mine beyond all cavil,<br>Pure and fair and sweet, and mine for evermore,<br>And when I will my life I may unravel,<br>And find my passion dream deep at the red core.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Venus sinks first lost in ruby splendour,<br>Stars like wood-daffodils grow golden in the night,<br>Far, far above, in a space entranced and tender,<br>Floats the growing moon pale with virgin light.<br>Vaster than the world or life or death my trust is<br>Based in the unseen and towering far above;<br>Hold me, O Law, that deeper lies than Justice,<br>Guide me, O Light, that stronger burns than Love.</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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