<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Angler's Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the river's plashy bank,<br>Where the sedge grows green and rank,<br>And the twisted woodbine springs,<br>Upward speeds the morning lark<br>To its silver cloud -- and hark!<br>On his way the woodman sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the dim and misty lakes<br>Gloriously the morning breaks,<br>And the eagle's on his cloud:--<br>Whilst the wind, with sighing, wooes<br>To its arms the chaste cold ooze,<br>And the rustling reeds pipe loud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the embracing ivy holds<br>Close the hoar elm in its folds,<br>In the meadow's fenny land,<br>And the winding river sweeps<br>Through its shallows and still deeps,--<br>Silent with my rod I stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when sultry suns are high<br>Underneath the oak I lie<br>As it shades the water's edge,<br>And I mark my line, away<br>In the wheeling eddy, play,<br>Tangling with the river sedge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the eye of evening looks<br>On green woods and winding brooks,<br>And the wind sighs o'er the lea,--<br>Woods and streams,-- I leave you then,<br>While the shadow in the glen<br>Lengthens by the greenwood tree.</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=409668" data-title="The Angler's Song de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="From the river's plashy bank, Where the sedge grows green and rank, And the twisted woodbine springs, Upward speeds the morning lark To its silver cloud -- and hark! On his way the woodman sings. On the dim and misty lakes Gloriously the morning ..."></div> </div> </div>

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