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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409248" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Veery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE MOONBEAMS over Arno’s vale in silver flood were pouring, <br>When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring. <br>So passionate, so full of pain, it sounded strange and eerie; <br>I longed to hear a simpler strain,—the wood-notes of the veery. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The laverock sings a bonny lay above the Scottish heather; <br>It sprinkles down from far away like light and love together; <br>He drops the golden notes to greet his brooding mate, his dearie; <br>I only know one song more sweet,—the vespers of the veery. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In English gardens, green and bright and full of fruity treasure, <br>I heard the blackbird with delight repeat his merry measure: <br>The ballad was a pleasant one, the tune was loud and cheery, <br>And yet, with every setting sun, I listened for the veery. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But far away, and far away, the tawny thrush is singing; <br>New England woods, at close of day, with that clear chant are ringing: <br>And when my light of life is low, and heart and flesh are weary, <br>I fain would hear, before I go, the wood-notes of the veery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Van+Dyke">Henry Van Dyke</a><div class=q>
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When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring. 
So passionate, so full of pain, it sounded strange and eerie; 
I longed to hear a simpler strain,—the wood-notes of t..."></div>
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