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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480948" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The River Note</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I behold once more<br>My old familiar haunts; here the blue river,<br>The same blue wonder that my infant eye<br>Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller came,--<br>Whence brought his sunny bubbles ere he washed<br>The fragrant flag-roots in my father's fields,<br>And where thereafter in the world he went.<br>Look, here he is, unaltered, save that now<br>He hath broke his banks and flooded all the vales<br>With his redundant waves.<br>Here is the rock where, yet a simple child,<br>I caught with bended pin my earliest fish,<br>Much triumphing,--and these the fields<br>Over whose flowers I chased the butterfly,<br>A blooming hunter of a fairy fine.<br>And hark! where overhead the ancient crows<br>Hold their sour conversation in the sky:--<br>These are the same, but I am not the same,<br>But wiser than I was, and wise enough<br>Not to regret the changes, tho' they cost<br>Me many a sigh. Oh, call not Nature dumb;<br>These trees and stones are audible to me,<br>These idle flowers, that tremble in the wind,<br>I understand their faery syllables,<br>And all their sad significance. The wind,<br>That rustles down the well-known forest road--<br>It hath a sound more eloquent than speech.<br>The stream, the trees, the grass, the sighing wind,<br>All of them utter sounds of 'monishment<br>And grave parental love.<br>They are not of our race, they seem to say,<br>And yet have knowledge of our moral race,<br>And somewhat of majestic sympathy,<br>Something of pity for the puny clay,<br>That holds and boasts the immeasurable mind.<br>I feel as I were welcome to these trees<br>After long months of weary wandering,<br>Acknowledged by their hospitable boughs;<br>They know me as their son, for side by side,<br>They were coeval with my ancestors,<br>Adorned with them my country's primitive times,<br>And soon may give my dust their funeral shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ralph+Waldo+Emerson">Ralph Waldo Emerson</a><div class=q>
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My old familiar haunts; here the blue river,
The same blue wonder that my infant eye
Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller came,--
Whence brought his sunny bubbles ere he washed
The fragrant flag-roots in my father's f..."></div>
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