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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408304" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ella with the Shining Hair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through many a fragrant cedar grove<br>A darkened water moans;<br>And there pale Memory stood with Love<br>Amongst the moss-green stones.<br>The shimmering sunlight fell and kissed<br>The grasstree’s golden sheaves;<br>But we were troubled with a mist<br>Of music in the leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One passed us, like a sudden gleam;<br>Her face was deadly fair.<br>“Oh, go,” we said, “you homeless Dream<br>Of Ella’s shining hair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“We halt, like one with tired wings,<br>And we would fain forget<br>That there are tempting, maddening things<br>Too high to clutch at yet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Though seven Springs have filled the Wood<br>With pleasant hints and signs,<br>Since faltering feet went forth and stood<br>With Death amongst the pines.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From point to point unwittingly<br>We wish to clamber still,<br>Till we have light enough to see<br>The summits of the hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O do not cry, my sister dear,”<br>Said beaming Hope to Love,<br>“Though we have been so troubled here<br>The Land is calm above;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Beyond the regions of the storm<br>We’ll find the golden gates,<br>Where, all the day, a radiant Form,<br>Our Ella, sits and waits.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Memory murmured: “She was one<br>Of God’s own darlings lent;<br>And Angels wept that she had gone,<br>And wondered why she went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I know they came, and talked to her,<br>Through every garden breeze,<br>About eternal Hills of Myrrh,<br>And quiet Jasper Seas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“For her the Earth contained no charms;<br>All things were strange and wild;<br>And I believe a Seraph’s arms<br>Caught up the sainted Child.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Love looked round, and said: “Oh, you<br>That sit by Beulah’s streams,<br>Shake on this thirsty life the dew<br>Which brings immortal dreams!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Ah! turn to us, and greet us oft<br>With looks of pitying balm,<br>And hints of heaven, in whispers soft,<br>To make our troubles calm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“My Ella with the shining hair,<br>Behold, these many years,<br>We’ve held up wearied hands in prayer;<br>And groped about in tears.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Hope sings on: “Beyond the storm<br>We’ll find the golden gates<br>Where, all the day, a radiant Form,<br>Our Ella, sits and waits.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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A darkened water moans;
And there pale Memory stood with Love
Amongst the moss-green stones.
The shimmering sunlight fell and kissed
The grasstree’s golden sheaves;
But we were troubled with a mist
Of music in..."></div>
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