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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478351" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Zucca</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring,<br>And infant Winter laughed upon the land<br>All cloudlessly and cold;--when I, desiring<br>More in this world than any understand,<br>Wept o’er the beauty, which, like sea retiring, <br>Had left the earth bare as the wave-worn sand<br>Of my lorn heart, and o’er the grass and flowers<br>Pale for the falsehood of the flattering Hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Summer was dead, but I yet lived to weep<br>The instability of all but weeping; <br>And on the Earth lulled in her winter sleep<br>I woke, and envied her as she was sleeping.<br>Too happy Earth! over thy face shall creep<br>The wakening vernal airs, until thou, leaping<br>From unremembered dreams, shalt ... see <br>No death divide thy immortality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>I loved--oh, no, I mean not one of ye,<br>Or any earthly one, though ye are dear<br>As human heart to human heart may be;--<br>I loved, I know not what--but this low sphere<br>And all that it contains, contains not thee,<br>Thou, whom, seen nowhere, I feel everywhere.<br>From Heaven and Earth, and all that in them are,<br>Veiled art thou, like a ... star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>By Heaven and Earth, from all whose shapes thou flowest, <br>Neither to be contained, delayed, nor hidden;<br>Making divine the loftiest and the lowest,<br>When for a moment thou art not forbidden<br>To live within the life which thou bestowest;<br>And leaving noblest things vacant and chidden, <br>Cold as a corpse after the spirit’s flight<br>Blank as the sun after the birth of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>In winds, and trees, and streams, and all things common,<br>In music and the sweet unconscious tone<br>Of animals, and voices which are human, <br>Meant to express some feelings of their own;<br>In the soft motions and rare smile of woman,<br>In flowers and leaves, and in the grass fresh-shown,<br>Or dying in the autumn, I the most<br>Adore thee present or lament thee lost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.<br>And thus I went lamenting, when I saw<br>A plant upon the river’s margin lie<br>Like one who loved beyond his nature’s law,<br>And in despair had cast him down to die;<br>Its leaves, which had outlived the frost, the thaw <br>Had blighted; like a heart which hatred’s eye<br>Can blast not, but which pity kills; the dew<br>Lay on its spotted leaves like tears too true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.<br>The Heavens had wept upon it, but the Earth<br>Had crushed it on her maternal breast</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.<br>I bore it to my chamber, and I planted<br>It in a vase full of the lightest mould;<br>The winter beams which out of Heaven slanted<br>Fell through the window-panes, disrobed of cold,<br>Upon its leaves and flowers; the stars which panted <br>In evening for the Day, whose car has rolled<br>Over the horizon’s wave, with looks of light<br>Smiled on it from the threshold of the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.<br>The mitigated influences of air<br>And light revived the plant, and from it grew <br>Strong leaves and tendrils, and its flowers fair,<br>Full as a cup with the vine’s burning dew,<br>O’erflowed with golden colours; an atmosphere<br>Of vital warmth enfolded it anew,<br>And every impulse sent to every part<br>The unbeheld pulsations of its heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.<br>Well might the plant grow beautiful and strong,<br>Even if the air and sun had smiled not on it;<br>For one wept o’er it all the winter long<br>Tears pure as Heaven’s rain, which fell upon it <br>Hour after hour; for sounds of softest song<br>Mixed with the stringed melodies that won it<br>To leave the gentle lips on which it slept,<br>Had loosed the heart of him who sat and wept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI.<br>Had loosed his heart, and shook the leaves and flowers 75<br>On which he wept, the while the savage storm<br>Waked by the darkest of December’s hours<br>Was raving round the chamber hushed and warm;<br>The birds were shivering in their leafless bowers,<br>The fish were frozen in the pools, the form <br>Of every summer plant was dead<br>Whilst this....</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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Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring,
And infant Winter laughed upon the land
All cloudlessly and cold;--when I, desiring
More in this world than any understand,
Wept o’er the beauty, which, like sea retiring, 
Had left the earth bare as t..."></div>
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