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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386682" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Matins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gray earth, gray mist, gray sky:<br>Through vapors hurrying by,<br>Larger than wont, on high<br>Floats the horned, yellow moon.<br>Chill airs are faintly stirred,<br>And far away is heard,<br>Of some fresh-awakened bird,<br>The querulous, shrill tune.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dark mist hides the face<br>Of the dim land: no trace<br>Of rock or river's place<br>In the thick air is drawn;<br>But dripping grass smells sweet,<br>And rustling branches meet,<br>And sounding water greet<br>The slow, sure, sacred dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past is the long black night,<br>With its keen lightnings white,<br>Thunder and floods: new light<br>The glimmering low east streaks.<br>The dense clouds part: between<br>Their jagged rents are seen<br>Pale reaches blue and green,<br>As the mirk curtain breaks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above the shadowy world,<br>Still more and more unfurled,<br>The gathered mists upcurled<br>Like phantoms melt and pass.<br>In clear-obscure revealed,<br>Brown wood, gray stream, dark field:<br>Fresh, healthy odors yield<br>Wet furrows, flowers, and grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sudden, splendid gleam<br>Of one thin, golden beam<br>Shoots from the feathered rim<br>Of yon hill crowned with woods.<br>Down its embowered side,<br>As living waters slide,<br>So the great morning tide<br>Follows in sunny floods.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From bush and hedge and tree<br>Joy, unrestrained and free,<br>Breaks forth in melody,<br>Twitter and chirp and song:<br>Alive the festal air<br>With gauze-winged creatures fair,<br>That flicker everywhere,<br>Dart, poise, and flash along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shining mists are gone,<br>Slight films of gold swift-blown<br>Before the strong, bright sun<br>Or the deep-colored sky:<br>A world of life and glow<br>Sparkles and basks below,<br>Where the soft meads a-row,<br>Hoary with dew-fall, lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does not the morn break thus,<br>Swift, bright, victorious,<br>With new skies cleared for us,<br>Over the soul storm-tost?<br>Her night was long and deep,<br>Strange visions vexed her sleep,<br>Strange sorrows bade her weep:<br>Her faith in dawn was lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No halt, no rest for her,<br>The immortal wanderer<br>From sphere to higher sphere,<br>Toward the pure source of day.<br>The new light shames her fears,<br>Her faithlessness, her tears,<br>As the new sun appears<br>To light her godlike way.</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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Through vapors hurrying by,
Larger than wont, on high
Floats the horned, yellow moon.
Chill airs are faintly stirred,
And far away is heard,
Of some fresh-awakened bird,
The querulous, shrill tune.

The dark mist h..."></div>
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