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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409289" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Regeneration</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Award, and still in bonds, one day <br>I stole abroad, <br>It was high-spring, and all the way <br>Primros'd, and hung with shade; <br>Yet, was it frost within, <br>And surly winds <br>Blasted my infant buds, and sin <br>Like clouds eclips'd my mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Storm'd thus; I straight perceiv'd my spring <br>Mere stage, and show, <br>My walk a monstrous, mountain's thing <br>Rough-cast with rocks, and snow; <br>And as a pilgrim's eye <br>Far from relief, <br>Measures the melancholy sky <br>Then drops, and rains for grief,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So sigh'd I upwards still, at last <br>'Twixt steps, and falls <br>I reach'd the pinnacle, where plac'd <br>I found a pair of scales, <br>I took them up and laid <br>In th'one late pains, <br>The other smoke, and pleasures weigh'd <br>But prov'd the heavier grains;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that, some cried, Away; straight I <br>Obey'd, and led <br>Full east, a fair, fresh field could spy <br>Some call'd it Jacob's Bed; <br>A virgin-soil, which no <br>Rude feet ere trod, <br>Where (since he slept there,) only go <br>Prophets, and friends of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, I repos'd; but scarce well set, <br>A grove descried <br>Of stately height, whose branches met <br>And mixed on every side; <br>I entered, and once in <br>(Amaz'd to see't,) <br>Found all was chang'd, and a new spring <br>Did all my senses greet;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The unthrift sun shot vital gold <br>A thousand pieces, <br>And heaven its azure did unfold <br>Checker'd with snowy fleeces, <br>The air was all in spice <br>And every bush <br>A garland wore; thus fed my eyes <br>But all the ear lay hush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only a little fountain lent <br>Some use for ears, <br>And on the dumb shades language spent <br>The music of her tears; <br>I drew her near, and found <br>The cistern full <br>Of diverse stones, some bright, and round <br>Others ill'shap'd, and dull.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first (pray mark,) as quick as light <br>Danc'd through the flood, <br>But, th'last more heavy than the night <br>Nail'd to the center stood; <br>I wonder'd much, but tir'd <br>At last with thought, <br>My restless eye that still desir'd <br>As strange an object brought;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a bank of flowers, where I descried <br>(Though 'twas mid'day,) <br>Some fast asleep, others broad-eyed <br>And taking in the ray, <br>Here musing long, I heard <br>A rushing wind <br>Which still increas'd, but whence it stirr'd <br>No where I could not find;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turn'd me round, and to each shade <br>Dispatch'd an eye, <br>To see, if any leaf had made <br>Least motion, or reply, <br>But while I listening sought <br>My mind to ease <br>By knowing, where 'twas, or where not, <br>It whispered: Where I please. <br>Lord, then said I, On me one breath, <br>And let me die before my death!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Vaughan">Henry Vaughan</a><div class=q>
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Award, and still in bonds, one day 
I stole abroad, 
It was high-spring, and all the way 
Primros'd, and hung with shade; 
Yet, was it frost within, 
And surly winds 
Blasted my infant buds, and sin 
Like clouds eclips'd my mind.

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