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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476343" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Landing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE great ship lantern-girdled.<br>The tender standing by;<br>The waning stars cloud-shrouded,<br>The land that we descry!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That pale land is our homeland,<br>And we are bound therefor;<br>On her lawns nor in her coppice<br>No birds as yet make stir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But birds are<br>flying round us,<br>The white birds of the sea<br>It is the breeze of morning,<br>This that comes hummingly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like the talk that comes from<br>A room where a babe is born<br>Such clearness and such mystery<br>Are in words said on the morn,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, like a nation cloven,<br>In two our ranks divide:<br>One half on the high ship's bulwark,<br>One half by the tender's side;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where, like a people sundered,<br>Who yet have each other's hail,<br>Faces look down from the bulwarks,<br>And look up from the tender's rail;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And names are called and spoken<br>'Nancy,' 'Mary,' 'Owen'!<br>'Good-bye, and keep your promise!'<br>'Farewell to you, my son!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are more spirit-stirring<br>Than any words that are<br>Remembered from the spokesmen<br>Of any avatar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, all I had to tell you!'<br>'Ellen,' 'Michael,' 'Joan'-<br>'Good-bye, and God be with you!'<br>'And can it be you're gone!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The great ship lantern-girdled,<br>Her engines thresh, immerse<br>The great ship that had station<br>Takes motion for her course.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her little course the tender,<br>Our little ship, goes on<br>The stars they are fast waning,<br>But we'll land ere 'tis the dawn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green, greener grows the foreland<br>Across the slate-dark sea,<br>And I'll see faces, places<br>That have been dreams to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</a><div class=q>
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The tender standing by;
The waning stars cloud-shrouded,
The land that we descry!

That pale land is our homeland,
And we are bound therefor;
On her lawns nor in her coppice
No birds as yet make stir.

But birds are..."></div>
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