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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409678" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bridge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood on the bridge at midnight, <br>As the clocks were striking the hour, <br>And the moon rose o'er the city, <br>Behind the dark church-tower. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw her bright reflection <br>In the watrers under me, <br>Like a golden goblet falling <br>And sinking into the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And far in the hazy distance <br>Of that lovely night in June, <br>The blaze of the gleaming furnace <br>Gleamed redder than the moon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among the long, black rafters <br>The wavering shadows lay, <br>And the current that came from the ocean <br>Seemed to lift and bear them away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As, sweeping and eddying through them <br>Rose the belated tide, <br>And, streaming into the moonlight, <br>The seaweed floated wide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like those waters rushing <br>Among the wooden piers, <br>A flood of thoughts came o'er me <br>That filled my eyes with tears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How often, oh how often, <br>In the days that had gone by, <br>I had stood on that bridge at midnight <br>And gazed on that wave and sky! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How often oh how often, <br>I had wished that the ebbing tide <br>Would bear me away on its bosom <br>O'er the ocean wild and wide! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For my heart was hot and restless, <br>And my life was full of care, <br>And the burden laid upon me <br>Seemed greater than I could bear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now it has fallen from me, <br>It is buried in the sea; <br>And only the sorrow of others <br>Throws its shadow over me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet whenever I cross the river <br>On its bridge with wooden piers, <br>Like the odor of brine from the ocean <br>Comes the thought of other years. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I think how many thousands <br>Of care-encumbered men, <br>Each bearing his burden of sorrow, <br>Have crossed the bridge since then. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the long procession <br>Still passing to and fro, <br>The young heart hot and restless, <br>And the old subdued and slow! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And forever and forever, <br>As long as the river flows, <br>As long as the heart has passions, <br>As long as life has woes; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon and its broken reflection <br>Aand its shadows shall appear, <br>As the symbol of love in heaven, <br>And its wavering image here.</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 the clocks were striking the hour, 
And the moon rose o'er the city, 
Behind the dark church-tower. 

I saw her bright reflection 
In the watrers under me, 
Like a golden goblet falling 
And sinking into the ..."></div>
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