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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409638" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad of Carmilhan - III.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cabin windows have grown blank<br>As eyeballs of the dead;<br>No more the glancing sunbeams burn<br>On the gilt letters of the stern,<br>But on the figure-head;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Valdemar Victorious,<br>Who looketh with disdain<br>To see his image in the tide<br>Dismembered float from side to side,<br>And reunite again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It is the wind,' those skippers said,<br>'That swings the vessel so;<br>It is the wind; it freshens fast,<br>'T is time to say farewell at last<br>'T is time for us to go.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They shook the captain by the hand,<br>'Goodluck! goodluck!' they cried;<br>Each face was like the setting sun,<br>As, broad and red, they one by one<br>Went o'er the vessel's side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun went down, the full moon rose,<br>Serene o'er field and flood;<br>And all the winding creeks and bays_<br>And broad sea-meadows seemed ablaze,<br>The sky was red as blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The southwest wind blew fresh and fair,<br>As fair as wind could be;<br>Bound for Odessa, o'er the bar,<br>With all sail set, the Valdemar<br>Went proudly out to sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lovely moon climbs up the sky<br>As one who walks in dreams;<br>A tower of marble in her light,<br>A wall of black, a wall of white,<br>The stately vessel seems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low down upon the sandy coast<br>The lights begin to burn;<br>And now, uplifted high in air,<br>They kindle with a fiercer glare,<br>And now drop far astern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dawn appears, the land is gone,<br>The sea is all around;<br>Then on each hand low hills of sand<br>Emerge and form another land;<br>She steereth through the Sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through Kattegat and Skager-rack<br>She flitteth like a ghost;<br>By day and night, by night and day,<br>She bounds, she flies upon her way<br>Along the English coast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cape Finisterre is drawing near,<br>Cape Finisterre is past;<br>Into the open ocean stream<br>She floats, the vision of a dream<br>Too beautiful to last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suns rise and set, and rise, and yet<br>There is no land in sight;<br>The liquid planets overhead<br>Burn brighter now the moon is dead,<br>And longer stays the night.</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>
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As eyeballs of the dead;
No more the glancing sunbeams burn
On the gilt letters of the stern,
But on the figure-head;

On Valdemar Victorious,
Who looketh with disdain
To see his image in the tide
Dismembered flo..."></div>
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