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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413317" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Said the West Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings,<br>2 My misty wings, so high above her breast<br>3 That flowers would shake no perfumes from their hearts,<br>4 And waters breathe no whispers to the shores?<br>5 I love deep places builded high with woods,<br>6 Deep, dusk, fern-closed, and starred with nodding blooms,<br>7 Close watched by hills, green, garlanded and tall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">8 On hazy wings, all shot with mellow gold,<br>9 I float, I float thro' shadows clear as glass;<br>10 With perfumed feet I wander o'er the seas,<br>11 And touch white sails with gentle finger-tips;<br>12 I blow the faithless butterfly against<br>13 The rose-red thorn, and thus avenge the rose;<br>14 I whisper low amid the solemn boughs,<br>15 And stir a leaf where not my loudest sigh<br>16 Could move the emerald branches from their calm,--<br>17 Leaves, leaves, I love ye much, for ye and I<br>18 Do make sweet music over all the earth! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">19 I dream by glassy ponds, and, lingering, kiss<br>20 The gold crowns of their lilies one by one,<br>21 As mothers kiss their babes who be asleep<br>22 On the clear gilding of their infant heads,<br>23 Lest if they kissed the dimple on the chin,<br>24 The rose flecks on the cheek or dewy lips,<br>25 The calm of sleep might feel the touch of love,<br>26 And so be lost. I steal before the rain,<br>27 The longed-for guest of summer; as his fringe<br>28 Of mist drifts slowly from the mountain peaks,<br>29 The flowers dance to my fairy pipe and fling<br>30 Rich odours on my wings, and voices cry,<br>31 'The dear West Wind is damp, and rich with scent;<br>32 We shall have fruits and yellow sheaves for this.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">33 At night I play amidst the silver mists,<br>34 And chase them on soft feet until they climb<br>35 And dance their gilded plumes against the stars;<br>36 At dawn the last round primrose star I hide<br>37 By wafting o'er her some small fleck of cloud,<br>38 And ere it passes comes the broad, bold Sun<br>39 And blots her from the azure of the sky,<br>40 As later, toward his noon, he blots a drop<br>41 Of pollen-gilded dew from violet cup<br>42 Set bluely in the mosses of the wood.</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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2 My misty wings, so high above her breast
3 That flowers would shake no perfumes from their hearts,
4 And waters breathe no whispers to the shores?
5 I love deep places builded high with woods,
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