<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409094" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 03</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life ever seems as from its present site<br>It aimed to lure us. Mountains of the past<br>It melts, with all their crags and caverns vast,<br>Into a purple cloud! Across the night<br>Which hides what is to be, it shoots a light<br>All rosy with the yet unrisen dawn.<br>Not the near daisies, but yon distant height<br>Attracts us, lying on this emerald lawn.<br>And always, be the landscape what it may --<br>Blue, misty hill or sweep of glimmering plain --<br>It is the eye's endeavor still to gain<br>The fine, faint limit of the bounding day.<br>God, haply, in this mystic mode, would fain<br>Hint of a happier home, far, far away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409094" data-title="Sonnet 03 de Henry Timrod" data-description="Life ever seems as from its present site It aimed to lure us. Mountains of the past It melts, with all their crags and caverns vast, Into a purple cloud! Across the night Which hides what is to be, it shoots a light All rosy with the yet unrisen d..."></div> </div> </div>

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