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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420640" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sweet Fern</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The subtle power in perfume found<br>Nor priest nor sibyl vainly learned;<br>On Grecian shrine or Aztec mound<br>No censer idly burned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That power the old-time worships knew,<br>The Corybantes' frenzied dance,<br>The Pythian priestess swooning through<br>The wonderland of trance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Nature holds, in wood and field,<br>Her thousand sunlit censers still;<br>To spells of flower and shrub we yield<br>Against or with our will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I climbed a hill path strange and new<br>With slow feet, pausing at each turn;<br>A sudden waft of west wind blew<br>The breath of the sweet fern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That fragrance from my vision swept<br>The alien landscape; in its stead,<br>Up fairer hills of youth I stepped,<br>As light of heart as tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw my boyhood's lakelet shine<br>Once more through rifts of woodland shade;<br>I knew my river's winding line<br>By morning mist betrayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With me June's freshness, lapsing brook,<br>Murmurs of leaf and bee, the call<br>Of birds, and one in voice and look<br>In keeping with them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fern beside the way we went<br>She plucked, and, smiling, held it up,<br>While from her hand the wild, sweet scent<br>I drank as from a cup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O potent witchery of smell!<br>The dust-dry leaves to life return,<br>And she who plucked them owns the spell<br>And lifts her ghostly fern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or sense or spirit? Who shall say<br>What touch the chord of memory thrills?<br>It passed, and left the August day<br>Ablaze on lonely hills.</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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Nor priest nor sibyl vainly learned;
On Grecian shrine or Aztec mound
No censer idly burned.

That power the old-time worships knew,
The Corybantes' frenzied dance,
The Pythian priestess swooning through
The wonde..."></div>
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