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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391614" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Isle Of Founts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son of the stranger! wouldst thou take<br>O'er yon blue hills thy lonely way,<br>To reach the still and shining lake<br>Along whose banks the west-winds play?<br>-Let no vain dreams thy heart beguile,<br>Oh! seek thou not the Fountain-Isle!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lull but the mighty serpent king,<br>'Midst the grey rocks, his old domain;<br>Ward but the cougar's deadly spring,<br>-Thy step that lake's green shore may gain;<br>And the bright Isle, when all is pass'd,<br>Shall vainly meet thine eye at last!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! there, with all its rainbow streams,<br>Clear as within thine arrow's flight,<br>The Isle of Founts, the Isle of dreams,<br>Floats on the wave in golden light;<br>And lovely will the shadows be<br>Of groves whose fruit is not for thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And breathings from their sunny flowers,<br>Which are not of the things that die,<br>And singing voices from their bowers<br>Shall greet thee in the purple sky;<br>Soft voices, e'en like those that dwell<br>Far in the green reed's hollow cell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or hast thou heard the sounds that rise<br>From the deep chambers of the earth?<br>The wild and wondrous melodies<br>To which the ancient rocks gave birth?<br>-Like that sweet song of hidden caves<br>Shall swell those wood-notes o'er the waves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The emerald waves!-they take their hue<br>And image from that sunbright shore;<br>But wouldst thou launch thy light canoe,<br>And wouldst thou ply thy rapid oar,<br>Before thee, hadst thou morning's speed,<br>The dreamy land should still recede!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet on the breeze thou still wouldst hear<br>The music of its flowering shades,<br>And ever should the sound be near<br>Of founts that ripple through its glades;<br>The sound, and sight, and flashing ray<br>Of joyous waters in their play!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But woe for him who sees them burst<br>With their bright spray-showers to the lake!<br>Earth has no spring to quench the thirst<br>That semblance in his soul shall wake,<br>For ever pouring through his dreams,<br>The gush of those untasted streams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright, bright in many a rocky urn,<br>The waters of our deserts lie,<br>Yet at their source his lip shall burn,<br>Parch'd with the fever's agony!<br>From the blue mountains to the main,<br>Our thousand floods may roll in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E'en thus our hunters came of yore<br>Back from their long and weary quest;<br>-Had they not seen th' untrodden shore,<br>And could they 'midst our wilds find rest?<br>The lightning of their glance was fled,<br>They dwelt amongst us as the dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lay beside our glittering rills,<br>With visions in their darken'd eye,<br>Their joy was not amidst the hills,<br>Where elk and deer before us fly;<br>Their spears upon the cedar hung,<br>Their javelins to the wind were flung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They bent no more the forest-bow,<br>They arm'd not with the warrior-band,<br>The moons wan'd o'er them dim and slow-<br>-They left us for the spirit's land!<br>Beneath our pines yon greensward heap<br>Shows where the restless found their sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Son of the stranger! if at eve<br>Silence be 'midst us in thy place,<br>Yet go not where the mighty leave<br>The strength of battle and of chase!<br>Let no vain dreams thy heart beguile,<br>Oh! seek thou not the Fountain-Isle!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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O'er yon blue hills thy lonely way,
To reach the still and shining lake
Along whose banks the west-winds play?
-Let no vain dreams thy heart beguile,
Oh! seek thou not the Fountain-Isle!

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