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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420419" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Sea Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We saw the slow tides go and come,<br>The curving surf-lines lightly drawn,<br>The gray rocks touched with tender bloom<br>Beneath the fresh-blown rose of dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We saw in richer sunsets lost<br>The sombre pomp of showery noons;<br>And signalled spectral sails that crossed<br>The weird, low light of rising moons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On stormy eves from cliff and head<br>We saw the white spray tossed and spurned;<br>While over all, in gold and red,<br>Its face of fire the lighthouse turned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rail-car brought its daily crowds,<br>Half curious, half indifferent,<br>Like passing sails or floating clouds,<br>We saw them as they came and went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, one calm morning, as we lay<br>And watched the mirage-lifted wall<br>Of coast, across the dreamy bay,<br>And heard afar the curlew call,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And nearer voices, wild or tame,<br>Of airy flock and childish throng,<br>Up from the water's edge there came<br>Faint snatches of familiar song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Careless we heard the singer's choice<br>Of old and common airs; at last<br>The tender pathos of his voice<br>In one low chanson held us fast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A song that mingled joy and pain,<br>And memories old and sadly sweet;<br>While, timing to its minor strain,<br>The waves in lapsing cadence beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waves are glad in breeze and sun;<br>The rocks are fringed with foam;<br>I walk once more a haunted shore,<br>A stranger, yet at home,<br>A land of dreams I roam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this the wind, the soft sea wind<br>That stirred thy locks of brown?<br>Are these the rocks whose mosses knew<br>The trail of thy light gown,<br>Where boy and girl sat down?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the gray fort's broken wall,<br>The boats that rock below;<br>And, out at sea, the passing sails<br>We saw so long ago<br>Rose-red in morning's glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The freshness of the early time<br>On every breeze is blown;<br>As glad the sea, as blue the sky,--<br>The change is ours alone;<br>The saddest is my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A stranger now, a world-worn man,<br>Is he who bears my name;<br>But thou, methinks, whose mortal life<br>Immortal youth became,<br>Art evermore the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art not here, thou art not there,<br>Thy place I cannot see;<br>I only know that where thou art<br>The blessed angels be,<br>And heaven is glad for thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgive me if the evil years<br>Have left on me their sign;<br>Wash out, O soul so beautiful,<br>The many stains of mine<br>In tears of love divine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could not look on thee and live,<br>If thou wert by my side;<br>The vision of a shining one,<br>The white and heavenly bride,<br>Is well to me denied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But turn to me thy dear girl-face<br>Without the angel's crown,<br>The wedded roses of thy lips,<br>Thy loose hair rippling down<br>In waves of golden brown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look forth once more through space and time,<br>And let thy sweet shade fall<br>In tenderest grace of soul and form<br>On memory's frescoed wall,<br>A shadow, and yet all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Draw near, more near, forever dear!<br>Where'er I rest or roam,<br>Or in the city's crowded streets,<br>Or by the blown sea foam,<br>The thought of thee is home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At breakfast hour the singer read<br>The city news, with comment wise,<br>Like one who felt the pulse of trade<br>Beneath his finger fall and rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His look, his air, his curt speech, told<br>The man of action, not of books,<br>To whom the corners made in gold<br>And stocks were more than seaside nooks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of life beneath the life confessed<br>His song had hinted unawares;<br>Of flowers in traffic's ledgers pressed,<br>Of human hearts in bulls and bears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But eyes in vain were turned to watch<br>That face so hard and shrewd and strong;<br>And ears in vain grew sharp to catch<br>The meaning of that morning song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain some sweet-voiced querist sought<br>To sound him, leaving as she came;<br>Her baited album only caught<br>A common, unromantic name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No word betrayed the mystery fine,<br>That trembled on the singer's tongue;<br>He came and went, and left no sign<br>Behind him save the song he sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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The curving surf-lines lightly drawn,
The gray rocks touched with tender bloom
Beneath the fresh-blown rose of dawn.

We saw in richer sunsets lost
The sombre pomp of showery noons;
And signalled spectral sails t..."></div>
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