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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A beautiful and happy girl,<br>With step as light as summer air,<br>Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl,<br>Shadowed by many a careless curl<br>Of unconfined and flowing hair;<br>A seeming child in everything,<br>Save thoughtful brow and ripening charms,<br>As Nature wears the smile of Spring<br>When sinking into Summer's arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mind rejoicing in the light<br>Which melted through its graceful bower,<br>Leaf after leaf, dew-moist and bright,<br>And stainless in its holy white,<br>Unfolding like a morning flower<br>A heart, which, like a fine-toned lute,<br>With every breath of feeling woke,<br>And, even when the tongue was mute,<br>From eye and lip in music spoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How thrills once more the lengthening chain<br>Of memory, at the thought of thee!<br>Old hopes which long in dust have lain<br>Old dreams, come thronging back again,<br>And boyhood lives again in me;<br>I feel its glow upon my cheek,<br>Its fulness of the heart is mine,<br>As when I leaned to hear thee speak,<br>Or raised my doubtful eye to thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear again thy low replies,<br>I feel thy arm within my own,<br>And timidly again uprise<br>The fringed lids of hazel eyes,<br>With soft brown tresses overblown.<br>Ah! memories of sweet summer eves,<br>Of moonlit wave and willowy way,<br>Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves,<br>And smiles and tones more dear than they!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere this, thy quiet eye hath smiled<br>My picture of thy youth to see,<br>When, half a woman, half a child,<br>Thy very artlessness beguiled,<br>And folly's self seemed wise in thee;<br>I too can smile, when o'er that hour<br>The lights of memory backward stream,<br>Yet feel the while that manhood's power<br>Is vainer than my boyhood's dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Years have passed on, and left their trace,<br>Of graver care and deeper thought;<br>And unto me the calm, cold face<br>Of manhood, and to thee the grace<br>Of woman's pensive beauty brought.<br>More wide, perchance, for blame than praise,<br>The school-boy's humble name has flown;<br>Thine, in the green and quiet ways<br>Of unobtrusive goodness known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wider yet in thought and deed<br>Diverge our pathways, one in youth;<br>Thine the Genevan's sternest creed,<br>While answers to my spirit's need<br>The Derby dalesman's simple truth.<br>For thee, the priestly rite and prayer,<br>And holy day, and solemn psalm;<br>For me, the silent reverence where<br>My brethren gather, slow and calm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet hath thy spirit left on me<br>An impress Time has worn not out,<br>And something of myself in thee,<br>A shadow from the past, I see,<br>Lingering, even yet, thy way about;<br>Not wholly can the heart unlearn<br>That lesson of its better hours,<br>Not yet has Time's dull footstep worn<br>To common dust that path of flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus, while at times before our eyes<br>The shadows melt, and fall apart,<br>And, smiling through them, round us lies<br>The warm light of our morning skies,--<br>The Indian Summer of the heart!<br>In secret sympathies of mind,<br>In founts of feeling which retain<br>Their pure, fresh flow, we yet may find<br>Our early dreams not wholly vain</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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With step as light as summer air,
Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl,
Shadowed by many a careless curl
Of unconfined and flowing hair;
A seeming child in everything,
Save thoughtful brow and ripening charms,
As Na..."></div>
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