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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408359" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mountains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,<br>Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;<br>Shimmering mountains, throwing downward on the slopes a mazy glare<br>Where the noonday glory sails through gulfs of calm and glittering air;<br>Stately mountains, high and hoary, piled with blocks of amber cloud,<br>Where the fading twilight lingers, when the winds are wailing loud;<br>Grand old mountains, overbeetling brawling brooks and deep ravines,<br>Where the moonshine, pale and mournful, flows on rocks and evergreens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Underneath these regal ridges - underneath the gnarly trees,<br>I am sitting, lonely-hearted, listening to a lonely breeze!<br>Sitting by an ancient casement, casting many a longing look<br>Out across the hazy gloaming - out beyond the brawling brook!<br>Over pathways leading skyward - over crag and swelling cone,<br>Past long hillocks looking like to waves of ocean turned to stone;<br>Yearning for a bliss unworldly, yearning for a brighter change,<br>Yearning for the mystic Aidenn, built beyond this mountain range.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy years, amongst these valleys, happy years have come and gone,<br>And my youthful hopes and friendships withered with them one by one;<br>Days and moments bearing onward many a bright and beauteous dream,<br>All have passed me like to sunstreaks flying down a distant stream.<br>Oh, the love returned by loved ones! Oh, the faces that I knew!<br>Oh, the wrecks of fond affection! Oh, the hearts so warm and true!<br>But their voices I remember, and a something lingers still,<br>Like a dying echo roaming sadly round a far off hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would sojourn here contented, tranquil as I was of yore,<br>And would never wish to clamber, seeking for an unknown shore;<br>I have dwelt within this cottage twenty summers, and mine eyes<br>Never wandered erewhile round in search of undiscovered skies;<br>But a spirit sits beside me, veiled in robes of dazzling white,<br>And a dear one's whisper wakens with the symphonies of night;<br>And a low sad music cometh, borne along on windy wings,<br>Like a strain familiar rising from a maze of slumbering springs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Spirit, by my window, speaketh to my restless soul,<br>Telling of the clime she came from, where the silent moments roll;<br>Telling of the bourne mysterious, where the sunny summers flee<br>Cliffs and coasts, by man untrodden, ridging round a shipless sea.<br>There the years of yore are blooming - there departed life-dreams dwell,<br>There the faces beam with gladness that I loved in youth so well;<br>There the songs of childhood travel, over wave-worn steep and strand -<br>Over dale and upland stretching out behind this mountain land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lovely Being, can a mortal, weary of this changeless scene,<br>Cross these cloudy summits to the land where man hath never been?<br>Can he find a pathway leading through that wildering mass of pines,<br>So that he shall reach the country where ethereal glory shines;<br>So that he may glance at waters never dark with coming ships;<br>Hearing round him gentle language floating from angelic lips;<br>Casting off his earthly fetters, living there for evermore;<br>All the blooms of Beauty near him, gleaming on that quiet shore?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ere you quit this ancient casement, tell me, is it well to yearn<br>For the evanescent visions, vanished never to return?<br>Is it well that I should with to leave this dreary world behind,<br>Seeking for your fair Utopia, which perchance I may not find?<br>Passing through a gloomy forest, scaling steeps like prison walls,<br>Where the scanty sunshine wavers and the moonlight seldom falls?<br>Oh, the feelings re-awakened! Oh, the hopes of loftier range!<br>Is it well, thou friendly Being, well to wish for such a change?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the Spirit answers nothing! and the dazzling mantle fades;<br>And a wailing whisper wanders out from dismal seaside shades!<br>'Lo, the trees are moaning loudly, underneath their hood-like shrouds,<br>And the arch above us darkens, scarred with ragged thunder clouds!'<br>But the spirit answers nothing, and I linger all alone,<br>Gazing through the moony vapours where the lovely Dream has flown;<br>And my heart is beating sadly, and the music waxeth faint,<br>Sailing up to holy Heaven, like the anthems of a Saint.</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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Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;
Shimmering mountains, throwing downward on the slopes a mazy glare
Where the noonday glory sails through gulfs..."></div>
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