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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Summer Sunrise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AFTER LEE O. HARRIS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The master-hand whose pencils trace<br>This wondrous landscape of the morn,<br>Is but the sun, whose glowing face<br>Reflects the rapture and the grace<br>Of inspiration Heaven-born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet with vision-dazzled eyes,<br>I see the lotus-lands of old,<br>Where odorous breezes fall and rise,<br>And mountains, peering in the skies,<br>Stand ankle-deep in lakes of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, spangled with the shine and shade,<br>I see the rivers raveled out<br>In strands of silver, slowly fade<br>In threads of light along the glade<br>Where truant roses hide and pout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tamarind on gleaming sands<br>Droops drowsily beneath the heat;<br>And bowed as though aweary, stands<br>The stately palm, with lazy hands<br>That fold their shadows round his feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And mistily, as through a veil,<br>I catch the glances of a sea<br>Of sapphire, dimpled with a gale<br>Toward Colch's blowing, where the sail<br>Of Jason's Argo beckons me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And gazing on and farther yet,<br>I see the isles enchanted, bright<br>With fretted spire and parapet,<br>And gilded mosque and minaret,<br>That glitter in the crimson light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But as I gaze, the city's walls<br>Are keenly smitten with a gleam<br>Of pallid splendor, that appalls<br>The fancy as the ruin falls<br>In ashen embers of a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet over all the waking earth<br>The tears of night are brushed away,<br>And eyes are lit with love and mirth,<br>And benisons of richest worth<br>Go up to bless the new-born day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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The master-hand whose pencils trace
This wondrous landscape of the morn,
Is but the sun, whose glowing face
Reflects the rapture and the grace
Of inspiration Heaven-born.

And yet with vision-dazzled eyes,
I see the lotus-land..."></div>
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