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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Palatine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leagues north, as fly the gull and auk,<br>Point Judith watches with eye of hawk;<br>Leagues south, thy beacon flames, Montauk!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lonely and wind-shorn, wood-forsaken,<br>With never a tree for Spring to waken,<br>For tryst of lovers or farewells taken,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Circled by waters that never freeze,<br>Beaten by billow and swept by breeze,<br>Lieth the island of Manisees,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Set at the mouth of the Sound to hold<br>The coast lights up on its turret old,<br>Yellow with moss and sea-fog mould.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreary the land when gust and sleet<br>At its doors and windows howl and beat,<br>And Winter laughs at its fires of peat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in summer time, when pool and pond,<br>Held in the laps of valleys fond,<br>Are blue as the glimpses of sea beyond;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the hills are sweet with the brier-rose,<br>And, hid in the warm, soft dells, unclose<br>Flowers the mainland rarely knows;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When boats to their morning fishing go,<br>And, held to the wind and slanting low,<br>Whitening and darkening the small sails show,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then is that lonely island fair;<br>And the pale health-seeker findeth there<br>The wine of life in its pleasant air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No greener valleys the sun invite,<br>On smoother beaches no sea-birds light,<br>No blue waves shatter to foam more white!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, circling ever their narrow range,<br>Quaint tradition and legend strange<br>Live on unchallenged, and know no change.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old wives spinning their webs of tow,<br>Or rocking weirdly to and fro<br>In and out of the peat's dull glow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And old men mending their nets of twine,<br>Talk together of dream and sign,<br>Talk of the lost ship Palatine,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ship that, a hundred years before,<br>Freighted deep with its goodly store,<br>In the gales of the equinox went ashore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eager islanders one by one<br>Counted the shots of her signal gun,<br>And heard the crash when she drove right on!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into the teeth of death she sped<br>(May God forgive the hands that fed<br>The false lights over the rocky Head!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O men and brothers! what sights were there!<br>White upturned faces, hands stretched in prayer!<br>Where waves had pity, could ye not spare?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down swooped the wreckers, like birds of prey<br>Tearing the heart of the ship away,<br>And the dead had never a word to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, with ghastly shimmer and shine<br>Over the rocks and the seething brine,<br>They burned the wreck of the Palatine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In their cruel hearts, as they homeward sped,<br>'The sea and the rocks are dumb,' they said<br>'There 'll be no reckoning with the dead.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the year went round, and when once more<br>Along their foam-white curves of shore<br>They heard the line-storm rave and roar,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold! again, with shimmer and shine,<br>Over the rocks and the seething brine,<br>The flaming wreck of the Palatine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, haply in fitter words than these,<br>Mending their nets on their patient knees<br>They tell the legend of Manisees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor looks nor tones a doubt betray;<br>'It is known to us all,' they quietly say;<br>'We too have seen it in our day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there, then, no death for a word once spoken?<br>Was never a deed but left its token<br>Written on tables never broken?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do the elements subtle reflections give?<br>Do pictures of all the ages live<br>On Nature's infinite negative,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which, half in sport, in malice half,<br>She shows at times, with shudder or laugh,<br>Phantom and shadow in photograph?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For still, on many a moonless night,<br>From Kingston Head and from Montauk light<br>The spectre kindles and burns in sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now low and dim, now clear and higher,<br>Leaps up the terrible Ghost of Fire,<br>Then, slowly sinking, the flames expire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the wise Sound skippers, though skies be fine,<br>Reef their sails when they see the sign<br>Of the blazing wreck of the Palatine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A fitter tale to scream than sing,'<br>The Book-man said. 'Well, fancy, then,'<br>The Reader answered, 'on the wing<br>The sea-birds shriek it, not for men,<br>But in the ear of wave and breeze!'<br>The Traveller mused: 'Your Manisees<br>Is fairy-land: off Narragansett shore<br>Who ever saw the isle or heard its name before?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''T is some strange land of Flyaway,<br>Whose dreamy shore the ship beguiles,<br>St. Brandan's in its sea-mist gray,<br>Or sunset loom of Fortunate Isles!'<br>'No ghost, but solid turf and rock<br>Is the good island known as Block,'<br>The Reader said. 'For beauty and for ease<br>I chose its Indian name, soft-flowing Manisees!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But let it pass; here is a bit<br>Of unrhymed story, with a hint<br>Of the old preaching mood in it,<br>The sort of sidelong moral squint<br>Our friend objects to, which has grown,<br>I fear, a habit of my own.<br>'Twas written when the Asian plague drew near,<br>And the land held its breath and paled with sudden fear.'</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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Point Judith watches with eye of hawk;
Leagues south, thy beacon flames, Montauk!

Lonely and wind-shorn, wood-forsaken,
With never a tree for Spring to waken,
For tryst of lovers or farewells taken,

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