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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478326" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Invitation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEST and brightest, come away! <br>Fairer far than this fair Day, <br>Which, like thee to those in sorrow, <br>Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow <br>To the rough Year just awake <br>In its cradle on the brake. <br>The brightest hour of unborn Spring, <br>Through the winter wandering, <br>Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn <br>To hoar February born. <br>Bending from heaven, in azure mirth, <br>It kiss'd the forehead of the Earth; <br>And smiled upon the silent sea; <br>And bade the frozen streams be free; <br>And waked to music all their fountains; <br>And breathed upon the frozen mountains; <br>And like a prophetess of May <br>Strew'd flowers upon the barren way, <br>Making the wintry world appear <br>Like one on whom thou smilest, dear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away, away, from men and towns, <br>To the wild wood and the downs-- <br>To the silent wilderness <br>Where the soul need not repress <br>Its music lest it should not find <br>An echo in another's mind, <br>While the touch of Nature's art <br>Harmonizes heart to heart. <br>I leave this notice on my door <br>For each accustom'd visitor:-- <br>'I am gone into the fields <br>To take what this sweet hour yields. <br>Reflection, you may come to-morrow; <br>Sit by the fireside with Sorrow. <br>You with the unpaid bill, Despair,-- <br>You, tiresome verse-reciter, Care,-- <br>I will pay you in the grave,-- <br>Death will listen to your stave. <br>Expectation too, be off! <br>To-day is for itself enough. <br>Hope, in pity mock not Woe <br>With smiles, nor follow where I go; <br>Long having lived on your sweet food, <br>At length I find one moment's good <br>After long pain: with all your love, <br>This you never told me of.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Radiant Sister of the Day, <br>Awake! arise! and come away! <br>To the wild woods and the plains; <br>And the pools where winter rains <br>Image all their roof of leaves; <br>Where the pine its garland weaves <br>Of sapless green and ivy dun <br>Round stems that never kiss the sun; <br>Where the lawns and pastures be, <br>And the sandhills of the sea; <br>Where the melting hoar-frost wets <br>The daisy-star that never sets, <br>And wind-flowers, and violets <br>Which yet join not scent to hue, <br>Crown the pale year weak and new; <br>When the night is left behind <br>In the deep east, dun and blind, <br>And the blue noon is over us, <br>And the multitudinous <br>Billows murmur at our feet <br>Where the earth and ocean meet, <br>And all things seem only one <br>In the universal sun.</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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Fairer far than this fair Day, 
Which, like thee to those in sorrow, 
Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow 
To the rough Year just awake 
In its cradle on the brake. 
The brightest hour of unborn Spring, 
Through the wi..."></div>
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