<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450005" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Inca</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis eve, the sun is sinking in the lake—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lake, all glorious with his golden beams,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose calm clear breast reflects the mountains back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That raise their huge heads to the varied clouds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trees and flowers that grow along its banks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smile in the lucid mirror. Every bough</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is vocal with the song of glittering birds,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose plumes are borrow'd from the rainbow's hues;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No other sound disturbs the silent air,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although a prostrate nation is around,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watching the last rays of the setting sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In solemn and in graceful adoration.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The purple clouds grow deeper, deeper still,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till the resplendent orb is seen no more;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But where he sunk upon the bright lake's margin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Appear two forms, majestic and erect,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cloth'd in rich garments, hand in hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They come!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Onward they come across the yielding waters,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That give them passage!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now they reach the shore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While with glad shouts the people rend the skies—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;All hail, ye mighty Children of the Sun!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louisa+Stuart+Costello">Louisa Stuart Costello</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=450005" data-title="The Inca de Louisa Stuart Costello" data-description="'Tis eve, the sun is sinking in the lake— The lake, all glorious with his golden beams, Whose calm clear breast reflects the mountains back That raise their huge heads to the varied clouds. The trees and flowers that grow along its banks Sm..."></div> </div> </div>

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