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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386555" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Day dawn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All yesterday the thought of you was resting in my soul, <br>And when sleep wandered o'er the world that very thought she stole <br>To fill my dreams with splendour such as stars could not eclipse, <br>And in the morn I wakened with your name upon my lips. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awakened, my beloved, to the morning of your eyes, <br>Your splendid eyes, so full of clouds, wherein a shadow tries <br>To overcome the flame that melts into the world of grey, <br>As coming suns dissolve the dark that veils the edge of day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cool drifts the air at dawn of day, cool lies the sleeping dew, <br>But all my heart is burning, for it woke from dreams of you; <br>And O! these longing eyes of mine look out and only see <br>A dying night, a waking day, and calm on all but me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So gently creeps the morning through the heavy air, <br>The dawn grey-garbed and velvet-shod is wandering everywhere <br>To wake the slumber-laden hours that leave their dreamless rest, <br>With outspread, laggard wings to court the pillows of the west. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up from the earth a moisture steals with odours fresh and soft, <br>A smell of moss and grasses warm with dew, and far aloft <br>The stars are growing colourless, while drooping in the west, <br>A late, wan moon is paling in a sky of amethyst. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The passing of the shadows, as they waft their pinions near, <br>Has stirred a tender wind within the night-hushed atmosphere, <br>That in its homeless wanderings sobs in an undertone <br>An echo to my heart that sobbing calls for you alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night is gone, beloved, and another day set free, <br>Another day of hunger for the one I may not see. <br>What care I for the perfect dawn? the blue and empty skies? <br>The night is always mine without the morning of your eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q>
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And when sleep wandered o'er the world that very thought she stole 
To fill my dreams with splendour such as stars could not eclipse, 
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