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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374177" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Island</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does the wind sing in your ears at night, in the town, <br> Rattling the windows and doors of the cheap-built place? <br>Do you hear its song as it flies over marsh and down? <br> Do you feel the kiss that the wind leaves here on my face? <br>Or, wrapt in a lamplit quiet, do you restrain <br> Thoughts that would take the wind's way hither to me, <br>And bid them rest safe-anchored, nor tempt again <br> The tumult, and torment, and passion that live in the sea? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, for my part, when the wind sings loud in its might, <br> I bid it hush---nor awaken again the storm <br>That swept my heart out to sea on a moonless night, <br> And dashed it ashore on an island wondrous and warm <br>Where all things fair and forbidden for ever flower, <br> Where the worst of life is a dream, and the best comes true, <br>Where the harvest of years was reaped in a single hour <br> And the gods, for once, were honest with me and you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will not hear when the wind and the sea cry out, <br> I will not trust again to the hurrying wind, <br>I will not swim again in a sea of doubt, <br> And reach that shore with the world left well behind; <br>But you,---I would have you listen to every call <br> Of the changing wind, as it blows over marsh and main, <br>And heap life's joys in your hands, and offer them all, <br> If only your feet might touch that island again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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