<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunrise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O rising Sun, so fair and gay,<br>What are you bringing me, I pray,<br>Of sorrow or of joy to-day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You look as if you meant to please,<br>Reclining in your gorgeous ease<br>Behind the bare-branched apple-trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world is rich and bright, as though<br>The pillows where your head is low<br>Had lit the fields of driven snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hoar-frost on the window turns<br>Into a wood of giant ferns<br>Where some great conflagration burns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all my children comes again<br>As lightsome and as free from stain<br>As those frost-pictures on the pane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would that I could mount on high<br>And meet you, Sun--that you and I<br>Had to ourselves the whole wide sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But here my poor soul has to stay,<br>So tell me, rising Sun, I pray,<br>What are you bringing me to-day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What shall this busy brain have thought,<br>What shall these hands and feet have wrought,<br>What sorrows shall the hours have brought,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before thy brilliant course is run,<br>Before this new-born day is done,<br>Before you set, O rising Sun?</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393073" data-title="Sunrise de Frederick George Scott" data-description="O rising Sun, so fair and gay, What are you bringing me, I pray, Of sorrow or of joy to-day? You look as if you meant to please, Reclining in your gorgeous ease Behind the bare-branched apple-trees. The world is rich and bright, as though The pi..."></div> </div> </div>

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