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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413318" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Said The Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come with me,' said the Wind<br>To the ship within the dock<br>'Or dost thou fear the shock<br>Of the ocean-hidden rock,<br>When tempests strike thee full and leave thee blind;<br>And low the inky clouds,<br>Blackly tangle in thy shrouds;<br>And ev'ry strained cord<br>Finds a voice and shrills a word,<br>That word of doom so thunderously upflung<br>From the tongue<br>Of every forked wave,<br>Lamenting o'er a grave<br>Deep hidden at its base,<br>Where the dead whom it has slain<br>Lie in the strict embrace<br>Of secret weird tendrils; but the pain<br>Of the ocean's strong remorse<br>Doth fiercely force<br>The tale of murder from its bosom out<br>In a mighty tempest clangour, and its shout<br>In the threat'ning and lamenting of its swell<br>Is as the voice of Hell,<br>Yet all the word it saith<br>Is 'Death.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come with me,' sang the Wind,<br>'Why art thou, love, unkind?<br>Thou are too fair, O ship,<br>To kiss the slimy lip<br>Of the cold and dismal shore; and, prithee, mark,<br>How chill and dark<br>Shew the vast and rusty linkings of the chain,<br>Hoarse grating as with pain,<br>Which moors thee<br>And secures thee<br>From the transports of the soft wind and the main.<br>Aye! strain thou and pull,<br>Thy sails are dull<br>And dim from long close furling on thy spars,<br>But come thou forth with me,<br>And full and free,<br>I'll kiss them, kiss them, kiss them, till they be<br>White as the Arctic stars,<br>Or as the salt-white pinions of the gulf!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come with me,' sang the Wind,<br>'O ship belov'd, and find<br>How golden-gloss'd and blue<br>Is the sea.<br>How thrush-sweet is my voice; how dearly true<br>I'll keep my nuptial promises to thee.<br>O mine to guide thy sails<br>By the kisses of my mouth;<br>Soft as blow the gales,<br>On the roses in the south.<br>O mine to guide thee far<br>From ruddy coral bar,<br>From horizon to horizon thou shalt glimmer like a star;<br>Thou shalt lean upon my breast,<br>And I shall rest,<br>And murmur in thy sails,<br>Such fond tales,<br>That thy finest cords<br>Will, syren-like, chant back my mellow words<br>With such renew'd enchantment unto me<br>That I shall be,<br>By my own singing, closer bound to thee!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come with me,' sang the Wind,<br>'Thou knowest, love, my mind,<br>No more I'll try to woo thee,<br>Persuade thee or pursue thee,<br>For thou art mine;<br>Since first thy mast, a tall and stately pine<br>Beneath Norwegian skies,<br>Sang to my sighs.<br>Thou, thou wert built for me,<br>Strong lily of the sea!<br>Thou cans't not choose,<br>The calling of my low voice to refuse;<br>And if Death<br>Were the sole, sad, wailing burthen of my breath,<br>Thy timbers at my call,<br>Would shudder in their thrall,<br>Thy sails outburst to touch my stormy lip;<br>Like a giant quick in a grave,<br>Thy anchor heave,<br>And close upon my thunder-pulsing breast, O ship,<br>Thou would'st tremble, nor repine,<br>That being mine,<br>Thy spars,<br>Like long pale lights of falling stars,<br>Plunged in the Stygian blackness of the sea,<br>And to billowy ruin cast<br>Thy tall and taper mast,<br>Rushed shrieking headlong down to an abyss.<br>O ship! O love! if Death<br>Were such sure portion, thou could'st not refuse<br>But thou would'st choose<br>As mine to die, and call such choosing bliss;<br>For thou for me<br>Wert plann'd from all eternity!'</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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To the ship within the dock
'Or dost thou fear the shock
Of the ocean-hidden rock,
When tempests strike thee full and leave thee blind;
And low the inky clouds,
Blackly tangle in thy shrouds;
And ev'ry strained cord
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