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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Seeking Of The Waterfall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They left their home of summer ease<br>Beneath the lowland's sheltering trees,<br>To seek, by ways unknown to all,<br>The promise of the waterfall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some vague, faint rumor to the vale<br>Had crept--perchance a hunter's tale--<br>Of its wild mirth of waters lost<br>On the dark woods through which it tossed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somewhere it laughed and sang; somewhere<br>Whirled in mad dance its misty hair;<br>But who had raised its veil, or seen<br>The rainbow skirts of that Undine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sought it where the mountain brook<br>Its swift way to the valley took;<br>Along the rugged slope they clomb,<br>Their guide a thread of sound and foam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Height after height they slowly won;<br>The fiery javelins of the sun<br>Smote the bare ledge; the tangled shade<br>With rock and vine their steps delayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, through leaf-openings, now and then<br>They saw the cheerful homes of men,<br>And the great mountains with their wall<br>Of misty purple girdling all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The leaves through which the glad winds blew<br>Shared. the wild dance the waters knew;<br>And where the shadows deepest fell<br>The wood-thrush rang his silver bell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fringing the stream, at every turn<br>Swung low the waving fronds of fern;<br>From stony cleft and mossy sod<br>Pale asters sprang, and golden-rod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still the water sang the sweet,<br>Glad song that stirred its gliding feet,<br>And found in rock and root the keys<br>Of its beguiling melodies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond, above, its signals flew<br>Of tossing foam the birch-trees through;<br>Now seen, now lost, but baffling still<br>The weary seekers' slackening will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each called to each: 'Lo here! Lo there!<br>Its white scarf flutters in the air!'<br>They climbed anew; the vision fled,<br>To beckon higher overhead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So toiled they up the mountain-slope<br>With faint and ever fainter hope;<br>With faint and fainter voice the brook<br>Still bade them listen, pause, and look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile below the day was done;<br>Above the tall peaks saw the sun<br>Sink, beam-shorn, to its misty set<br>Behind the hills of violet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here ends our quest!' the seekers cried,<br>'The brook and rumor both have lied!<br>The phantom of a waterfall<br>Has led us at its beck and call.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But one, with years grown wiser, said<br>'So, always baffled, not misled,<br>We follow where before us runs<br>The vision of the shining ones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not where they seem their signals fly,<br>Their voices while we listen die;<br>We cannot keep, however fleet,<br>The quick time of their winged feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'From youth to age unresting stray<br>These kindly mockers in our way;<br>Yet lead they not, the baffling elves,<br>To something better than themselves?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here, though unreached the goal we sought,<br>Its own reward our toil has brought:<br>The winding water's sounding rush,<br>The long note of the hermit thrush,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The turquoise lakes, the glimpse of pond<br>And river track, and, vast, beyond<br>Broad meadows belted round with pines,<br>The grand uplift of mountain lines!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What matter though we seek with pain<br>The garden of the gods in vain,<br>If lured thereby we climb to greet<br>Some wayside blossom Eden-sweet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To seek is better than to gain,<br>The fond hope dies as we attain;<br>Life's fairest things are those which seem,<br>The best is that of which we dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then let us trust our waterfall<br>Still flashes down its rocky wall,<br>With rainbow crescent curved across<br>Its sunlit spray from moss to moss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And we, forgetful of our pain,<br>In thought shall seek it oft again;<br>Shall see this aster-blossomed sod,<br>This sunshine of the golden-rod,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And haply gain, through parting boughs,<br>Grand glimpses of great mountain brows<br>Cloud-turbaned, and the sharp steel sheen<br>Of lakes deep set in valleys green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So failure wins; the consequence<br>Of loss becomes its recompense;<br>And evermore the end shall tell<br>The unreached ideal guided well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Our sweet illusions only die<br>Fulfilling love's sure prophecy;<br>And every wish for better things<br>An undreamed beauty nearer brings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For fate is servitor of love;<br>Desire and hope and longing prove<br>The secret of immortal youth,<br>And Nature cheats us into truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O kind allurers, wisely sent,<br>Beguiling with benign intent,<br>Still move us, through divine unrest,<br>To seek the loveliest and the best!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go with us when our souls go free,<br>And, in the clear, white light to be,<br>Add unto Heaven's beatitude<br>The old delight of seeking good!'</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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Beneath the lowland's sheltering trees,
To seek, by ways unknown to all,
The promise of the waterfall.

Some vague, faint rumor to the vale
Had crept--perchance a hunter's tale--
Of its wild mirth of waters lost..."></div>
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