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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dawn In Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When now no more th' alternate twins are fired,<br>And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,<br>Short is the doubtful empire of the Night;<br>And soon, observant of approaching Day,<br>The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews,<br>At first faint-gleaming in the dappled east:<br>Till far o'er ether spreads the widening glow;<br>And, from before the lustre of her face,<br>White breaks the clouds away. With quicken'd step,<br>Brown Night retires: young Day pours in apace,<br>And opens all the lawny prospects wide.<br>The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top<br>Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn.<br>Blue, through the dusk, the smoking currents shine;<br>And from the bladed field the fearful hare<br>Limps, awkward; while along the forest glade<br>The wild deer trip, and often turning, gaze<br>At early passenger. Music awakes<br>The native voice of undissembled joy;<br>And thick around the woodland hymns arise.<br>Roused by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leaves<br>His mossy cottage, where with Peace he dwells;<br>And from the crowded fold, in order, drives<br>His flock, to taste the verdure of the morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a><div class=q>
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