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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Silence of the Bush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s that in our lone Bush, I know not what,<br>Which ’genders silence; I’ve all that to learn.<br>Here, there and everywhere, to loose the knot<br>That binds the sheaf-band of the taciturn;<br>It may be where it freezes; where ’tis hot,<br>Or streams lie silent in the nymph’s cool urn;<br>In forest depths, or where the lone plain stretches<br>Sans other roof than sky, o’er heat-worn wretches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or ’mid the gully’s fern and sassafras,<br>Where all is cool green glooms and early dusk,<br>With silvern foliage in delicious mass<br>As, sunwards, feel their way the spires of musk;<br>Or where those solemn branches crossing, pass<br>And wave o’er-head their pennon’d fragrant husk;<br>Or by the river’s marge or broad gumbower<br>With lily-pads a-swim and floating flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here might one read the Silence of Fatigue,<br>And here again of Rest and Admiration.<br>Where gentle hands are clasped in wordless league,<br>And eyes meet eyes in eloquent oration,<br>Or fingers wreathed, accomplish mute intrigue,<br>Or tell by signs of ardent adoration,<br>Or past all these, ’neath burning rocks and bare,<br>The deep and death-like Silence of Despair.</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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Here, there and everywhere, to loose the knot
That binds the sheaf-band of the taciturn;
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