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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396933" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The South-Wester</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day of the cloud in fleets! O day<br>Of wedded white and blue, that sail<br>Immingled, with a footing ray<br>In shadow-sandals down our vale! -<br>And swift to ravish golden meads,<br>Swift up the run of turf it speeds,<br>Thy bright of head and dark of heel,<br>To where the hilltop flings on sky,<br>As hawk from wrist or dust from wheel,<br>The tiptoe sealers tossed to fly:-<br>Thee the last thunder's caverned peal<br>Delivered from a wailful night:<br>All dusky round thy cradled light,<br>Those brine-born issues, now in bloom<br>Transfigured, wreathed as raven's plume<br>And briony-leaf to watch thee lie:<br>Dark eyebrows o'er a dreamful eye<br>Nigh opening: till in the braid<br>Of purpled vapours thou wert rosed:<br>Till that new babe a Goddess maid<br>Appeared and vividly disclosed<br>Her beat of life: then crimson played<br>On edges of the plume and leaf:<br>Shape had they and fair feature brief,<br>The wings, the smiles: they flew the breast,<br>Earth's milk. But what imperial march<br>Their standards led for earth, none guessed<br>Ere upward of a coloured arch,<br>An arrow straining eager head<br>Lightened, and high for zenith sped.<br>Fierier followed; followed Fire.<br>Name the young lord of Earth's desire,<br>Whose look her wine is, and whose mouth<br>Her music! Beauteous was she seen<br>Beneath her midway West of South;<br>And sister was her quivered green<br>To sapphire of the Nereid eyes<br>On sea when sun is breeze; she winked<br>As they, and waved, heaved waterwise<br>Her flood of leaves and grasses linked:<br>A myriad lustrous butterflies<br>A moment in the fluttering sheen;<br>Becapped with the slate air that throws<br>The reindeer's antlers black between<br>Low-frowning and wide-fallen snows,<br>A minute after; hooded, stoled<br>To suit a graveside Season's dirge.<br>Lo, but the breaking of a surge,<br>And she is in her lover's fold,<br>Illumined o'er a boundless range<br>Anew: and through quick morning hours<br>The Tropic-Arctic countercharge<br>Did seem to pant in beams and showers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But noon beheld a larger heaven;<br>Beheld on our reflecting field<br>The Sower to the Bearer given,<br>And both their inner sweetest yield,<br>Fresh as when dews were grey or first<br>Received the flush of hues athirst.<br>Heard we the woodland, eyeing sun,<br>As harp and harper were they one.<br>A murky cloud a fair pursued,<br>Assailed, and felt the limbs elude:<br>He sat him down to pipe his woe,<br>And some strange beast of sky became:<br>A giant's club withheld the blow;<br>A milky cloud went all to flame.<br>And there were groups where silvery springs<br>The ethereal forest showed begirt<br>By companies in choric rings,<br>Whom but to see made ear alert.<br>For music did each movement rouse,<br>And motion was a minstrel's rage<br>To have our spirits out of house,<br>And bathe them on the open page.<br>This was a day that knew not age.<br>Since flew the vapoury twos and threes<br>From western pile to eastern rack;<br>As on from peaks of Pyrenees<br>To Graians; youngness ruled the track.<br>When songful beams were shut in caves,<br>And rainy drapery swept across;<br>When the ranked clouds were downy waves,<br>Breast of swan, eagle, albatross,<br>In ordered lines to screen the blue,<br>Youngest of light was nigh, we knew.<br>The silver finger of it laughed<br>Along the narrow rift: it shot,<br>Slew the huge gloom with golden shaft,<br>Then haled on high the volumed blot,<br>To build the hurling palace, cleave<br>The dazzling chasm; the flying nests,<br>The many glory-garlands weave,<br>Whose presence not our sight attests<br>Till wonder with the splendour blent,<br>And passion for the beauty flown,<br>Make evanescence permanent,<br>The thing at heart our endless own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only at gathered eve knew we<br>The marvels of the day: for then<br>Mount upon mountain out of sea<br>Arose, and to our spacious ken<br>Trebled sublime Olympus round<br>In towering amphitheatre.<br>Colossal on enormous mound,<br>Majestic gods we saw confer.<br>They wafted the Dream-messenger<br>From off the loftiest, the crowned:<br>That Lady of the hues of foam<br>In sun-rays: who, close under dome,<br>A figure on the foot's descent,<br>Irradiate to vapour went,<br>As one whose mission was resigned,<br>Dispieced, undraped, dissolved to threads;<br>Melting she passed into the mind,<br>Where immortal with mortal weds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whereby was known that we had viewed<br>The union of our earth and skies<br>Renewed: nor less alive renewed<br>Than when old bards, in nature wise,<br>Conceived pure beauty given to eyes,<br>And with undyingness imbued.<br>Pageant of man's poetic brain,<br>His grand procession of the song,<br>It was; the Muses and their train;<br>Their God to lead the glittering throng:<br>At whiles a beat of forest gong;<br>At whiles a glimpse of Python slain.<br>Mostly divinest harmony,<br>The lyre, the dance. We could believe<br>A life in orb and brook and tree,<br>And cloud; and still holds Memory<br>A morning in the eyes of eve.</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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Of wedded white and blue, that sail
Immingled, with a footing ray
In shadow-sandals down our vale! -
And swift to ravish golden meads,
Swift up the run of turf it speeds,
Thy bright of head and dark of heel,
To wh..."></div>
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