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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Burning Drift-Wood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before my drift-wood fire I sit, <br>And see, with every waif I burn, <br>Old dreams and fancies coloring it, <br>And folly's unlaid ghosts return. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O ships of mine, whose swift keels cleft <br>The enchanted sea on which they sailed, <br>Are these poor fragments only left <br>Of vain desires and hopes that failed? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did I not watch from them the light <br>Of sunset on my towers in Spain, <br>And see, far off, uploom in sight <br>The Fortunate Isles I might not gain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did sudden lift of fog reveal <br>Arcadia's vales of song and spring, <br>And did I pass, with grazing keel, <br>The rocks whereon the sirens sing? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have I not drifted hard upon <br>The unmapped regions lost to man, <br>The cloud-pitched tents of Prester John, <br>The palace domes of Kubla Khan? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did land winds blow from jasmine flowers, <br>Where Youth the ageless Fountain fills? <br>Did Love make sign from rose blown bowers, <br>And gold from Eldorado's hills? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! the gallant ships, that sailed <br>On blind Adventure's errand sent, <br>Howe'er they laid their courses, failed <br>To reach the haven of Content. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And of my ventures, those alone <br>Which Love had freighted, safely sped, <br>Seeking a good beyond my own, <br>By clear-eyed Duty piloted. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mariners, hoping still to meet <br>The luck Arabian voyagers met, <br>And find in Bagdad's moonlit street, <br>Haroun al Raschid walking yet, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take with you, on your Sea of Dreams, <br>The fair, fond fancies dear to youth. <br>I turn from all that only seems, <br>And seek the sober grounds of truth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What matter that it is not May, <br>That birds have flown, and trees are bare, <br>That darker grows the shortening day, <br>And colder blows the wintry air! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wrecks of passion and desire, <br>The castles I no more rebuild, <br>May fitly feed my drift-wood fire, <br>And warm the hands that age has chilled. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever perished with my ships, <br>I only know the best remains; <br>A song of praise is on my lips <br>For losses which are now my gains. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heap high my hearth! No worth is lost; <br>No wisdom with the folly dies. <br>Burn on, poor shreds, your holocaust <br>Shall be my evening sacrifice! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far more than all I dared to dream, <br>Unsought before my door I see; <br>On wings of fire and steeds of steam <br>The world's great wonders come to me, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And holier signs, unmarked before, <br>Of Love to seek and Power to save, -- <br>The righting of the wronged and poor, <br>The man evolving from the slave; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And life, no longer chance or fate, <br>Safe in the gracious Fatherhood. <br>I fold o'er-wearied hands and wait, <br>In full assurance of the good. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And well the waiting time must be, <br>Though brief or long its granted days, <br>If Faith and Hope and Charity <br>Sit by my evening hearth-fire's blaze. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with them, friends whom Heaven has spared, <br>Whose love my heart has comforted, <br>And, sharing all my joys, has shared <br>My tender memories of the dead, -- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear souls who left us lonely here, <br>Bound on their last, long voyage, to whom <br>We, day by day, are drawing near, <br>Where every bark has sailing room. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know the solemn monotone <br>Of waters calling unto me; <br>I know from whence the airs have blown <br>That whisper of the Eternal Sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As low my fires of drift-wood burn, <br>I hear that sea's deep sounds increase, <br>And, fair in sunset light, discern <br>Its mirage-lifted Isles of Peace.</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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And see, with every waif I burn, 
Old dreams and fancies coloring it, 
And folly's unlaid ghosts return. 

O ships of mine, whose swift keels cleft 
The enchanted sea on which they sailed, 
Are these poor fragment..."></div>
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