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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Matilda Gathering Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And earnest to explore within--around--<br>The divine wood, whose thick green living woof<br>Tempered the young day to the sight--I wound</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up the green slope, beneath the forest’s roof,<br>With slow, soft steps leaving the mountain’s steep, <br>And sought those inmost labyrinths, motion-proof</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Against the air, that in that stillness deep<br>And solemn, struck upon my forehead bare,<br>The slow, soft stroke of a continuous...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In which the ... leaves tremblingly were <br>All bent towards that part where earliest<br>The sacred hill obscures the morning air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet were they not so shaken from the rest,<br>But that the birds, perched on the utmost spray,<br>Incessantly renewing their blithe quest, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With perfect joy received the early day,<br>Singing within the glancing leaves, whose sound<br>Kept a low burden to their roundelay,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such as from bough to bough gathers around<br>The pine forest on bleak Chiassi’s shore, <br>When Aeolus Sirocco has unbound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My slow steps had already borne me o’er<br>Such space within the antique wood, that I<br>Perceived not where I entered any more,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, lo! a stream whose little waves went by, <br>Bending towards the left through grass that grew<br>Upon its bank, impeded suddenly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My going on. Water of purest hue<br>On earth, would appear turbid and impure<br>Compared with this, whose unconcealing dew, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark, dark, yet clear, moved under the obscure<br>Eternal shades, whose interwoven looms<br>The rays of moon or sunlight ne’er endure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I moved not with my feet, but mid the glooms<br>Pierced with my charmed eye, contemplating <br>The mighty multitude of fresh May blooms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which starred that night, when, even as a thing<br>That suddenly, for blank astonishment,<br>Charms every sense, and makes all thought take wing,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A solitary woman! and she went <br>Singing and gathering flower after flower,<br>With which her way was painted and besprent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Bright lady, who, if looks had ever power<br>To bear true witness of the heart within,<br>Dost bask under the beams of love, come lower </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Towards this bank. I prithee let me win<br>This much of thee, to come, that I may hear<br>Thy song: like Proserpine, in Enna’s glen,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou seemest to my fancy, singing here<br>And gathering flowers, as that fair maiden when <br>She lost the Spring, and Ceres her, more dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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The divine wood, whose thick green living woof
Tempered the young day to the sight--I wound

Up the green slope, beneath the forest’s roof,
With slow, soft steps leaving the mountain’s steep, 
And sought..."></div>
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