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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396285" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning at Sea in the Tropics</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NIGHT waned and wasted, and the fading stars <br>Died out like lamps that long survived a feast, <br>And the moon, pale with watching, sank to rest <br>Behind the cloud-piled ramparts of the main. <br>Young, blooming Morn, crowned with her bridal wreath, <br>Bent o’er her mirror clear, the faithful sea; <br>And gazing on her loveliness therein, <br>Blushed to the brows, till every imaged charm <br>Flung roses on the bosom of the wave, <br>Then, glancing heavenward, both, they blushed again, <br>As sprang the Sun to claim his radiant bride; <br>And sea and sky seemed but one rose of morn, <br>Which thenceforth grew in glory, and the world <br>Shot back her lesser light upon the day, <br>While night sped on to seek the sombre shades <br>That sleep in silent caves beyond the sea. <br>The day grew calmer, hotter, and our barque <br>Lay like a sleeping swan upon a lake, <br>And such soft airs as blew from off the land <br>Brought with them fragrant odours, and we felt <br>That orange groves lay blooming ’neath the sun <br>Which blazed so fiercely overhead at sea. <br>We heard (with Fancy’s ear) a distant bell; <br>And thro’ the haze that simmered on the Main <br>Pictured a purple shore—a convent tow’r <br>And snowy cots, that from the dark hill-side <br>Peeped forth ’tween plantain-patches at the sky, <br>Or smiled through groves of cocos on the sea. <br>Meanwhile our ship slid on, with breathing sails <br>Fraught with the melody of murmured song <br>Such as the zephyr chanted to the morn, <br>And showers of diamonds flashed before the prow <br>While sternwards whirled unstrung—pale beads of foam, <br>Pearls from the loosen’d chaplet of the sea. <br>’Mid these the flame-bright Nautilus, that seemed <br>Itself a flow’ret cast upon the stream, <br>Spread out its crimson sail and drifted on. <br>Beyond arose a cloud (as ’twere) of birds, <br>That leapt from out the wave to meet the sun, <br>Flew a short circuit, till their wings grew dry, <br>And seaward fell in showers of silver rain. <br>’Mid these careered the dolphin-squadrons swift, <br>With mail of changeful hue, and Iris tints; <br>And floating slowly on, a sea-flow’r passed, <br>A living creature (none the less a flow’r) <br>That lives its life in love, and dies for joy, <br>Unmissed ’mid myriads in the sapphire sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Gordon+McCrae">George Gordon McCrae</a><div class=q>
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Died out like lamps that long survived a feast, 
And the moon, pale with watching, sank to rest 
Behind the cloud-piled ramparts of the main. 
Young, blooming Morn, crowned with her bridal wreath, 
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