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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396831" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night Of Frost In May</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With splendour of a silver day,<br>A frosted night had opened May:<br>And on that plumed and armoured night,<br>As one close temple hove our wood,<br>Its border leafage virgin white.<br>Remote down air an owl hallooed.<br>The black twig dropped without a twirl;<br>The bud in jewelled grasp was nipped;<br>The brown leaf cracked a scorching curl;<br>A crystal off the green leaf slipped.<br>Across the tracks of rimy tan,<br>Some busy thread at whiles would shoot;<br>A limping minnow-rillet ran,<br>To hang upon an icy foot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this shrill hush of quietude,<br>The ear conceived a severing cry.<br>Almost it let the sound elude,<br>When chuckles three, a warble shy,<br>From hazels of the garden came,<br>Near by the crimson-windowed farm.<br>They laid the trance on breath and frame,<br>A prelude of the passion-charm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then soon was heard, not sooner heard<br>Than answered, doubled, trebled, more,<br>Voice of an Eden in the bird<br>Renewing with his pipe of four<br>The sob: a troubled Eden, rich<br>In throb of heart: unnumbered throats<br>Flung upward at a fountain's pitch,<br>The fervour of the four long notes,<br>That on the fountain's pool subside,<br>Exult and ruffle and upspring:<br>Endless the crossing multiplied<br>Of silver and of golden string.<br>There chimed a bubbled underbrew<br>With witch-wild spray of vocal dew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seemed a single harper swept<br>Our wild wood's inner chords and waked<br>A spirit that for yearning ached<br>Ere men desired and joyed or wept.<br>Or now a legion ravishing<br>Musician rivals did unite<br>In love of sweetness high to sing<br>The subtle song that rivals light;<br>From breast of earth to breast of sky:<br>And they were secret, they were nigh:<br>A hand the magic might disperse;<br>The magic swung my universe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet sharpened breath forbade to dream,<br>Where all was visionary gleam;<br>Where Seasons, as with cymbals, clashed;<br>And feelings, passing joy and woe,<br>Churned, gurgled, spouted, interflashed,<br>Nor either was the one we know:<br>Nor pregnant of the heart contained<br>In us were they, that griefless plained,<br>That plaining soared; and through the heart<br>Struck to one note the wide apart:-<br>A passion surgent from despair;<br>A paining bliss in fervid cold;<br>Off the last vital edge of air,<br>Leap heavenward of the lofty-souled,<br>For rapture of a wine of tears;<br>As had a star among the spheres<br>Caught up our earth to some mid-height<br>Of double life to ear and sight,<br>She giving voice to thought that shines<br>Keen-brilliant of her deepest mines;<br>While steely drips the rillet clinked,<br>And hoar with crust the cowslip swelled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then was the lyre of earth beheld,<br>Then heard by me: it holds me linked;<br>Across the years to dead-ebb shores<br>I stand on, my blood-thrill restores.<br>But would I conjure into me<br>Those issue notes, I must review<br>What serious breath the woodland drew;<br>The low throb of expectancy;<br>How the white mother-muteness pressed<br>On leaf and meadow-herb; how shook,<br>Nigh speech of mouth, the sparkle-crest<br>Seen spinning on the bracken-crook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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A frosted night had opened May:
And on that plumed and armoured night,
As one close temple hove our wood,
Its border leafage virgin white.
Remote down air an owl hallooed.
The black twig dropped without a twirl;
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