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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413281" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Interregnum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LOUD trumpets blow among the naked pines,<br>Fine spun as sere-cloth rent from royal dead.<br>Seen ghostly thro' high-lifted vagrant drifts,<br>Shrill blaring, but no longer loud to moons<br>Like a brown maid of Egypt stands the Earth,<br>Her empty valley palms stretched to the Sun<br>For largesse of his gold. Her mountain tops<br>Still beacon winter with white flame of snow,<br>Fading along his track; her rivers shake<br>Wild manes, and paw their banks as though to flee<br>Their riven fetters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lawless is the time,<br>Full of loud kingless voices that way gone:<br>The Polar Caesar striding to the north,<br>Nor yet the sapphire-gated south unfolds<br>For Spring's sweet progress; the winds, unkinged,<br>Reach gusty hands of riot round the brows<br>Of lordly mountains waiting for a lord,<br>And pluck the ragged beards of lonely pines-<br>Watchers on heights for that sweet, hidden king,<br>Bud-crowned and dreaming yet on other shores-<br>And mock their patient waiting. But by night<br>The round Moon falters up a softer sky,<br>Drawn by silver cords of gentler stars<br>Than darted chill flames on the wintry earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within his azure battlements the Sun<br>Regilds his face with joyance, for he sees,<br>From those high towers, Spring, earth's fairest lord,<br>Soft-cradled on the wings of rising swans,<br>With violet eyes slow budding into smiles,<br>And small, bright hands with blossom largesse full,<br>Crowned with an orchard coronal of white,<br>And with a sceptre of a ruddy reed<br>Burnt at its top to amethystine bloom.<br>Come, Lord, thy kingdom stretches barren hands!<br>Come, King, and chain thy rebels to thy throne<br>With tendrils of vine and jewelled links<br>Of ruddy buds pulsating into flower!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isabella+Valancy+Crawford">Isabella Valancy Crawford</a><div class=q>
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Fine spun as sere-cloth rent from royal dead.
Seen ghostly thro' high-lifted vagrant drifts,
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Like a brown maid of Egypt stands the Earth,
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