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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Burgomeister's Well</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A peaceful spot, a little street,<br>So still between the double roar<br>Of sea and city that it seemed<br>A rest in music, set before<br>Some clashing chords--vibrating yet<br>With hurried measures fast and sweet;<br>For so the harsh chords of the town,<br>And so the ocean's rythmic beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little street with linden trees<br>So thickly set, the belfry's face<br>Was leaf-veiled, while above them pierced,<br>Four slender spires flamboyant grace.<br>Old porches carven when the trees,<br>Were seedlings yellow in the sun<br>Five hundred years ago that bright<br>Upon the quaint old city shone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fountain prim, and richly cut<br>In ruddy granite, carved to tell<br>How a good burgomeister rear'd<br>The stone above the people's well.<br>A sea-horse from his nostrils blew<br>Two silver threads; a dragon's lip<br>Dropp'd di'monds, and a giant hand<br>Held high an urn on finger tip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas there I met my little maid,<br>There saw her flaxen tresses first;<br>She filled the cup for one who lean'd<br>(A soldier, crippl'd and athirst)<br>Against the basin's carven rim;<br>Her dear small hand's white loveliness<br>Was pinkly flush'd, the gay bright drops<br>Plash'd on her brow and silken dress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took the flagon from her hand,<br>Too small, dear hand, for such a weight.<br>From cobweb weft and woof is spun<br>The tapestry of Life and Fate!<br>The linden trees had gilded buds,<br>The dove wheeled high on joyous wing,<br>When on that darling hand of hers<br>I slipped the glimmer of a ring.<br>Ah, golden heart, and golden locks<br>Ye wove so sweet, so sure a spell!<br>That quiet day I saw her first<br>Beside the Burgomeister's Well!</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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So still between the double roar
Of sea and city that it seemed
A rest in music, set before
Some clashing chords--vibrating yet
With hurried measures fast and sweet;
For so the harsh chords of the town,
And so the..."></div>
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