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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Requiem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">_For Soldiers lost in Ocean Transports_</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, after storms that woodlands rue,<br>To valleys comes atoning dawn,<br>The robins blithe their orchard-sports renew;<br>And meadow-larks, no more withdrawn<br>Caroling fly in the languid blue;<br>The while, from many a hid recess,<br>Alert to partake the blessedness,<br>The pouring mites their airy dance pursue.<br>So, after ocean's ghastly gales,<br>When laughing light of hoyden morning<br>breaks,<br>Every finny hider wakes--<br>From vaults profound swims up with<br>glittering scales;<br>Through the delightsome sea he sails,<br>With shoals of shining tiny things<br>Frolic on every wave that flings<br>Against the prow its showery spray;<br>All creatures joying in the morn,<br>Save them forever from joyance torn,<br>Whose bark was lost where now the<br>dolphins play;<br>Save them that by the fabled shore,<br>Down the pale stream are washed away,<br>Far to the reef of bones are borne;<br>And never revisits them the light,<br>Nor sight of long-sought land and pilot more;<br>Nor heed they now the lone bird's flight<br>Round the lone spar where mid-sea surges<br>pour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herman+Melville">Herman Melville</a><div class=q>
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When, after storms that woodlands rue,
To valleys comes atoning dawn,
The robins blithe their orchard-sports renew;
And meadow-larks, no more withdrawn
Caroling fly in the languid blue;
The while, from many..."></div>
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