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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478333" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pine Forest Of The Cascine Near Pisa</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dearest, best and brightest,<br>Come away,<br>To the woods and to the fields!<br>Dearer than this fairest 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 in the brake.<br>The eldest of the Hours of Spring,<br>Into the Winter wandering,<br>Looks upon the leafless wood,<br>And the banks all bare and rude;<br>Found, it seems, this halcyon Morn<br>In February’s bosom born,<br>Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth,<br>Kissed the cold 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 the fountains,<br>And breathed upon the rigid mountains, <br>And made the wintry world appear<br>Like one on whom thou smilest, Dear.</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>To the pools where winter rains<br>Image all the roof of leaves,<br>Where the pine its garland weaves<br>Sapless, gray, and ivy dun<br>Round stems that never kiss the sun--<br>To the sandhills of the sea,<br>Where the earliest violets be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the last day of many days,<br>All beautiful and bright as thou,<br>The loveliest and the last, is dead,<br>Rise, Memory, and write its praise!<br>And do thy wonted work and trace<br>The epitaph of glory fled;<br>For now the Earth has changed its face,<br>A frown is on the Heaven’s brow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We wandered to the Pine Forest<br>That skirts the Ocean's foam,<br>The lightest wind was in its nest,<br>The tempest in its home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whispering waves were half asleep,<br>The clouds were gone to play,<br>And on the woods, and on the deep<br>The smile of Heaven lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seemed as if the day were one<br>Sent from beyond the skies,<br>Which shed to earth above the sun<br>A light of Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We paused amid the pines that stood,<br>The giants of the waste,<br>Tortured by storms to shapes as rude <br>With stems like serpents interlaced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How calm it was--the silence there<br>By such a chain was bound,<br>That even the busy woodpecker<br>Made stiller by her sound </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The inviolable quietness;<br>The breath of peace we drew<br>With its soft motion made not less<br>The calm that round us grew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seemed that from the remotest seat <br>Of the white mountain's waste<br>To the bright flower beneath our feet,<br>A magic circle traced;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spirit interfused around,<br>A thinking, silent life; <br>To momentary peace it bound<br>Our mortal nature’s strife;--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still, it seemed, the centre of<br>The magic circle there,<br>Was one whose being filled with love<br>The breathless atmosphere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were not the crocuses that grew<br>Under that ilex-tree<br>As beautiful in scent and hue<br>As ever fed the bee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We stood beneath the pools that lie<br>Under the forest bough,<br>And each seemed like a sky<br>Gulfed in a world below;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A purple firmament of light <br>Which in the dark earth lay,<br>More boundless than the depth of night,<br>And clearer than the day—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In which the massy forests grew<br>As in the upper air,<br>More perfect both in shape and hue<br>Than any waving there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like one beloved the scene had lent<br>To the dark water's breast<br>Its every leaf and lineament<br>With that clear truth expressed;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There lay far glades and neighbouring lawn,<br>And through the dark green crowd<br>The white sun twinkling like the dawn<br>Under a speckled cloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet views, which in our world above<br>Can never well be seen,<br>Were imaged by the water's love<br>Of that fair forest green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all was interfused beneath <br>With an Elysian air,<br>An atmosphere without a breath,<br>A silence sleeping there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until a wandering wind crept by,<br>Like an unwelcome thought, <br>Which from my mind's too faithful eye<br>Blots thy bright image out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thou art good and dear and kind,<br>The forest ever green,<br>But less of peace in S---'s mind,<br>Than calm in waters, seen.</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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Come away,
To the woods and to the fields!
Dearer than this fairest day
Which, like thee to those in sorrow,
Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow
To the rough Year just awake
In its cradle in the brake.
The eldest of the H..."></div>
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