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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454841" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dawn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O KEEP the world forever at the dawn,<br>Ere yet the opals, cobweb-strung, have dried,<br>Ere yet too bounteous gifts have marred the morn<br>Or fading stars have died.<br>O, keep the eastern gold no wider than<br>An angel's finger-span,<br>And hush the increasing thunder of the sea<br>To murmuring melody<br>In those fair coves where tempests ne'er should be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hold back the line of shoreward-sweeping surge<br>And veil each deep sea-pool in pearlier mist,<br>Ere yet the silver ripples on the verge<br>Have turned to amethyst.<br>Fling back the chariot of encroaching day<br>And call the winds away<br>Ere yet they sigh, and let the hastening sun<br>Along his path in heaven no higher run,<br>But show through all the years his golden rim<br>With shadows lingering dim<br>Forever o'er the world awaiting him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hold every bird with still and drowsy wing,<br>That in the breathless hush no clamorous throat <br>Shall break the peace that hangs on everything<br>With shrill awakening note;<br>Keep fast the half-seen beauties of the rose<br>In undisturbed repose,<br>Check all the iris buds where they unfold<br>Impatient from their hold,<br>And close the cowslips' cups of honeyed gold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Keep all things hushed, so hushed we seem to hear<br>The sounds of low-swung clouds that sweep the trees;<br>Let now no harsher music reach the ear,<br>No earthlier sounds than these,<br>When whispering shadows move within the grass,<br>And airy tremors pass<br>Through all the earth with life awakening thrilled,<br>And so forever stilled,<br>Too sweet in promise e'er to be fulfilled. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O keep the world forever at the dawn,<br>Yet, keeping so, let nothing lifeless seem,<br>But hushed, as if the miracle of morn<br>Were trembling in its dream.<br>Some shadowy moth may pass with downy flight<br>And fade before the sight,<br>While in the unlightened darkness of the wall<br>The chirping crickets call;<br>From forest pools where fragrant lilies are<br>A breath shall pass afar,<br>And o'er the crested pine shall hang one star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</a><div class=q>
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Ere yet the opals, cobweb-strung, have dried,
Ere yet too bounteous gifts have marred the morn
Or fading stars have died.
O, keep the eastern gold no wider than
An angel's finger-span,
And hush the increasing ..."></div>
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