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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393055" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Winter Woods</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WINTER forests mutely standing<br>Naked on your bed of snow,<br>Wide your knotted arms expanding<br>To the biting winds that blow,<br>Nought ye heed of storm or stress,<br>Stubborn, silent, passionless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Buried is each woodland treasure,<br>Gone the leaves and mossy rills,<br>Gone the birds that filled with pleasure<br>All the valleys and the hills;<br>Ye alone of all that host<br>Stand like soldiers at your post.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grand old trees, the words ye mutter,<br>Nodding in the frosty wind,<br>Wake some thoughts I cannot utter,<br>But which haunt the heart and mind,<br>With a meaning, strange and deep,<br>As of visions seen in sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something in my inmost thinking<br>Tells me I am one with you,<br>For a subtle bond is linking<br>Nature's offspring through and through,<br>And your spirit like a flood<br>Stirs the pulses of my blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I linger here and listen<br>To the crackling boughs above,<br>Hung with icicles that glisten<br>As if kindling into love,<br>Human heart and soul unite<br>With your majesty and might.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Horizontal, rich with glory,<br>Through the boughs the red sun's rays<br>Clothe you as some grand life-story<br>Robes an aged man with praise,<br>When, before his setting sun,<br>Men recount what he has done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the light is swiftly fading,<br>And the wind is icy cold,<br>And a mist the moon is shading,<br>Pallid in the western gold;<br>In the night-winds still ye nod,<br>Sentinels of Nature's God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now with laggard steps returning<br>To the world from whence I came,<br>Leave I all the great West burning<br>With the day that died in flame, .<br>And the stars, with silver ray,<br>Light me on my homeward way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frederick+George+Scott">Frederick George Scott</a><div class=q>
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Naked on your bed of snow,
Wide your knotted arms expanding
To the biting winds that blow,
Nought ye heed of storm or stress,
Stubborn, silent, passionless.

Buried is each woodland treasure,
Gone the leaves and moss..."></div>
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