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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450337" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In an Old Farmhouse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside the afterlight's lucent rose<br>Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys, <br>And shadows are stealing across the snows;<br>From the mystic gloom of the pineland alleys. <br>Glamour of mingled night and day <br>Over the wide, white world has sway, <br>And through their prisoning azure bars, <br>Gaze the calm, cold eyes of the early stars. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But here, in this long, low-raftered room,<br>Where the blood-red light is crouching and leaping, <br>The fire that colors the heart of the gloom<br>The lost sunshine of old summers is keeping<br>The wealth of forests that held in fee <br>Many a season's rare alchemy, <br>And the glow and gladness without a name <br>That dwells in the deeps of unstinted flame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gather we now round the opulent blaze<br>With the face that loves and the heart that rejoices, <br>Dream we once more of the old-time days,<br>Listen once more to the old-time voices! <br>From the clutch of the cities and paths of the sea <br>We have come again to our own roof-tree, <br>And forgetting the loves of the stranger lands <br>We yearn for the clasp of our kindred's hands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are tales to tell, there are tears to shed,<br>There are children's flower-faces and women's sweet laughter;<br>There's a chair left vacant for one who is dead<br>Where the firelight crimsons the ancient rafter; <br>What reck we of the world that waits <br>With care and clamor beyond our gates, <br>We, with our own, in this witching light, <br>Who keep our tryst with the past tonight? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho! how the elf-flames laugh in glee!<br>Closer yet let us draw together, <br>Holding our revel of memory<br>In the guiling twilight of winter weather; <br>Out on the waste the wind is chill, <br>And the moon swings low o'er the western hill, <br>But old hates die and old loves burn higher <br>With the wane and flash of the farmhouse fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lucy+Maud+Montgomery">Lucy Maud Montgomery</a><div class=q>
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Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys, 
And shadows are stealing across the snows;
From the mystic gloom of the pineland alleys. 
Glamour of mingled night and day 
Over the wide, white world has sway, 
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