<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409388" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By The Seaside : The Fire Of Driftwood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sat within the farm-house old, <br>Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, <br>Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold, <br>An easy entrance, night and day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not far away we saw the port, <br>The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, <br>The lighthouse, the dismantled fort, <br>The wooden houses, quaint and brown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sat and talked until the night, <br>Descending, filled the little room; <br>Our faces faded from the sight, <br>Our voices only broke the gloom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We spake of many a vanished scene, <br>Of what we once had thought and said, <br>Of what had been, and might have been, <br>And who was changed, and who was dead; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all that fills the hearts of friends, <br>When first they feel, with secret pain, <br>Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, <br>And never can be one again; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first slight swerving of the heart, <br>That words are powerless to express, <br>And leave it still unsaid in part, <br>Or say it in too great excess. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The very tones in which we spake <br>Had something strange, I could but mark; <br>The leaves of memory seemed to make <br>A mournful rustling in the dark. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft died the words upon our lips, <br>As suddenly, from out the fire <br>Built of the wreck of stranded ships, <br>The flames would leap and then expire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, as their splendor flashed and failed, <br>We thought of wrecks upon the main, <br>Of ships dismasted, that were hailed <br>And sent no answer back again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The windows, rattling in their frames, <br>The ocean, roaring up the beach, <br>The gusty blast, the bickering flames, <br>All mingled vaguely in our speech; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until they made themselves a part <br>Of fancies floating through the brain, <br>The long-lost ventures of the heart, <br>That send no answers back again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O flames that glowed! O hearts that yearned! <br>They were indeed too much akin, <br>The drift-wood fire without that burned, <br>The thoughts that burned and glowed within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</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=409388" data-title="By The Seaside : The Fire Of Driftwood de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold, An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port, The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, The lighthouse, the dismant..."></div> </div> </div>

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