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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Said The Skylark</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O soft, small cloud, the dim, sweet dawn adorning,<br>Swan-like a-sailing on its tender grey;<br>Why dost thou, dost thou float,<br>So high, the wing'd, wild note<br>Of silver lamentation from my dark and pulsing throat<br>May never reach thee,<br>Tho' every note beseech thee<br>To bend thy white wings downward thro' the smiling of the morning,<br>And by the black wires of my prison lightly stray?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O dear, small cloud, when all blue morn is ringing<br>With sweet notes piped from other throats than mine;<br>If those glad singers please<br>The tall and nodding trees--<br>If to them dance the pennants of the swaying columbine,<br>If to their songs are set<br>The dance of daffodil and trembling violet--<br>Will they pursue thee<br>With tireless wings as free and bold as thine?<br>Will they woo thee<br>With love throbs in the music of their singing?<br>Ah, nay! fair Cloud, ah, nay!<br>Their hearts and wings will stay<br>With yellow bud of primrose and soft blush of the May;<br>Their songs will thrill and die,<br>Tranc'd in the perfume of the rose's breast.<br>While I must see thee fly<br>With white, broad, lonely pinions down the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O fair, small cloud, unheeding o'er me straying,<br>Jewell'd with topaz light of fading stars;<br>Thy downy edges red<br>As the great eagle of the Dawn sails high<br>And sets his fire-bright head<br>And wind-blown pinions towards thy snowy breast;<br>And thou canst blush while I<br>Must pierce myself with song and die<br>On the bald sod behind my prison bars;<br>Nor feel upon my crest<br>Thy soft, sunn'd touches delicately playing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O fair, small cloud, grown small as lily flow'r!<br>Even while I smite the bars to see thee fade;<br>The wind shall bring thee<br>The strain I sing thee--<br>I, in wired prison stay'd,<br>Worse than the breathless primrose glade.<br>That in my morn,<br>I shrilly sang to scorn;<br>I'll burst my heart up to thee in this hour!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O fair, small cloud, float nearer yet and hear me!<br>A prison'd lark once lov'd a snowy cloud,<br>Nor did the Day<br>With sapphire lips, and kiss<br>Of summery bliss,<br>Draw all her soul away;<br>Vainly the fervent East<br>Deck'd her with roses for their bridal feast;<br>She would not rest<br>In his red arms, but slipp'd adown the air<br>And wan and fair,<br>Her light foot touch'd a purple mountain crest,<br>And touching, turn'd<br>Into swift rain, that like to jewels burn'd;<br>In the great, wondering azure of the sky;<br>And while a rainbow spread<br>Its mighty arms above, she, singing, fled<br>To the lone-feather'd slave,<br>In his sad weird grave,<br>Whose heart upon his silver song had sped<br>To her in days of old,<br>In dawns of gold,<br>And murmuring to him, said:<br>'O love, I come! O love, I come to cheer thee--<br>Love, to be near thee!''</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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Swan-like a-sailing on its tender grey;
Why dost thou, dost thou float,
So high, the wing'd, wild note
Of silver lamentation from my dark and pulsing throat
May never reach thee,
Tho' every note ..."></div>
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