<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vanishers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweetest of all childlike dreams<br>In the simple Indian lore<br>Still to me the legend seems<br>Of the shapes who flit before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flitting, passing, seen and gone,<br>Never reached nor found at rest,<br>Baffling search, but beckoning on<br>To the Sunset of the Blest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the clefts of mountain rocks,<br>Through the dark of lowland firs,<br>Flash the eyes and flow the locks<br>Of the mystic Vanishers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the fisher in his skiff,<br>And the hunter on the moss,<br>Hear their call from cape and cliff,<br>See their hands the birch-leaves toss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wistful, longing, through the green<br>Twilight of the clustered pines,<br>In their faces rarely seen<br>Beauty more than mortal shines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fringed with gold their mantles flow<br>On the slopes of westering knolls;<br>In the wind they whisper low<br>Of the Sunset Land of Souls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doubt who may, O friend of mine!<br>Thou and I have seen them too;<br>On before with beck and sign<br>Still they glide, and we pursue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">More than clouds of purple trail<br>In the gold of setting day;<br>More than gleams of wing or sail<br>Beckon from the sea-mist gray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glimpses of immortal youth,<br>Gleams and glories seen and flown,<br>Far-heard voices sweet with truth,<br>Airs from viewless Eden blown;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beauty that eludes our grasp,<br>Sweetness that transcends our taste,<br>Loving hands we may not clasp,<br>Shining feet that mock our haste;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gentle eyes we closed below,<br>Tender voices heard once more,<br>Smile and call us, as they go<br>On and onward, still before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Guided thus, O friend of mine<br>Let us walk our little way,<br>Knowing by each beckoning sign<br>That we are not quite astray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chase we still, with baffled feet,<br>Smiling eye and waving hand,<br>Sought and seeker soon shall meet,<br>Lost and found, in Sunset Land</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420811" data-title="The Vanishers de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="Sweetest of all childlike dreams In the simple Indian lore Still to me the legend seems Of the shapes who flit before. Flitting, passing, seen and gone, Never reached nor found at rest, Baffling search, but beckoning on To the Sunset of the Blest..."></div> </div> </div>

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