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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386646" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>August Moon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,<br>In the glowing August sky,<br>Quenching all her neighbor stars,<br>Save the steady flame of Mars.<br>White as silver shines the sea,<br>Far-off sails like phantoms be,<br>Gliding o'er that lake of light,<br>Vanishing in nether night.<br>Heavy hangs the tasseled corn,<br>Sighing for the cordial morn;<br>But the marshy-meadows bare,<br>Love this spectral-lighted air,<br>Drink the dews and lift their song,<br>Chirp of crickets all night long;<br>Earth and sea enchanted lie<br>'Neath that moon-usurped sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the faces of our friends<br>Unfamiliar traits she lends-<br>Quaint, white witch, who looketh down<br>With a glamour all her own.<br>Hushed are laughter, jest, and speech,<br>Mute and heedless each of each,<br>In the glory wan we sit,<br>Visions vague before us flit;<br>Side by side, yet worlds apart,<br>Heart becometh strange to heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly in a moved voice, then,<br>Ralph, the artist spake again-<br>'Does not that weird orb unroll<br>Scenes phantasmal to your soul?<br>As I gaze thereon, I swear,<br>Peopled grows the vacant air,<br>Fables, myths alone are real,<br>White-clad sylph-like figures steal<br>'Twixt the bushes, o'er the lawn,<br>Goddess, nymph, undine, and faun.<br>Yonder, see the Willis dance,<br>Faces pale with stony glance;<br>They are maids who died unwed,<br>And they quit their gloomy bed,<br>Hungry still for human pleasure,<br>Here to trip a moonlit measure.<br>Near the shore the mermaids play,<br>Floating on the cool, white spray,<br>Leaping from the glittering surf<br>To the dark and fragrant turf,<br>Where the frolic trolls, and elves<br>Daintily disport themselves.<br>All the shapes by poet's brain,<br>Fashioned, live for me again,<br>In this spiritual light,<br>Less than day, yet more than night.<br>What a world! a waking dream,<br>All things other than they seem,<br>Borrowing a finer grace,<br>From yon golden globe in space;<br>Touched with wild, romantic glory,<br>Foliage fresh and billows hoary,<br>Hollows bathed in yellow haze,<br>Hills distinct and fields of maize,<br>Ancient legends come to mind.<br>Who would marvel should he find,<br>In the copse or nigh the spring,<br>Summer fairies gamboling<br>Where the honey-bees do suck,<br>Mab and Ariel and Puck?<br>Ah! no modern mortal sees<br>Creatures delicate as these.<br>All the simple faith has gone<br>Which their world was builded on.<br>Now the moonbeams coldly glance<br>On no gardens of romance;<br>To prosaic senses dull,<br>Baldur's dead, the Beautiful,<br>Hark, the cry rings overhead,<br>'Universal Pan is dead!''<br>'Requiescant!' Claude's grave tone<br>Thrilled us strangely. 'I am one<br>Who would not restore that Past,<br>Beauty will immortal last,<br>Though the beautiful must die-<br>This the ages verify.<br>And had Pan deserved the name<br>Which his votaries misclaim,<br>He were living with us yet.<br>I behold, without regret,<br>Beauty in new forms recast,<br>Truth emerging from the vast,<br>Bright and orbed, like yonder sphere,<br>Making the obscure air clear.<br>He shall be of bards the king,<br>Who, in worthy verse, shall sing<br>All the conquests of the hour,<br>Stealing no fictitious power<br>From the classic types outworn,<br>But his rhythmic line adorn<br>With the marvels of the real.<br>He the baseless feud shall heal<br>That estrangeth wide apart<br>Science from her sister Art.<br>Hold! look through this glass for me?<br>Artist, tell me what you see?'<br>'I!' cried Ralph. 'I see in place<br>Of Astarte's silver face,<br>Or veiled Isis' radiant robe,<br>Nothing but a rugged globe<br>Seamed with awful rents and scars.<br>And below no longer Mars,<br>Fierce, flame-crested god of war,<br>But a lurid, flickering star,<br>Fashioned like our mother earth,<br>Vexed, belike, with death and birth.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rapt in dreamy thought the while,<br>With a sphinx-like shadowy smile,<br>Poet Florio sat, but now<br>Spake in deep-voiced accents slow,<br>More as one who probes his mind,<br>Than for us-'Who seeks, shall find-<br>Widening knowledge surely brings<br>Vaster themes to him who sings.<br>Was veiled Isis more sublime<br>Than yon frozen fruit of Time,<br>Hanging in the naked sky?<br>Death's domain-for worlds too die.<br>Lo! the heavens like a scroll<br>Stand revealed before my soul;<br>And the hieroglyphs are suns-<br>Changeless change the law that runs<br>Through the flame-inscribed page,<br>World on world and age on age,<br>Balls of ice and orbs of fire,<br>What abides when these expire?<br>Through slow cycles they revolve,<br>Yet at last like clouds dissolve.<br>Jove, Osiris, Brahma pass,<br>Races wither like the grass.<br>Must not mortals be as gods<br>To embrace such periods?<br>Yet at Nature's heart remains<br>One who waxes not nor wanes.<br>And our crowning glory still<br>Is to have conceived his will.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</a><div class=q>
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In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,
Save the steady flame of Mars.
White as silver shines the sea,
Far-off sails like phantoms be,
Gliding o'er that lake of light,
Vanishing in net..."></div>
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