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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506717" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hamadryad.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last night I was like one who prayed<br>Beneath a mystic tree<br>Whose windless leaves a murmur made,<br>As if it there might be<br>A spirit in the sap that laid<br>Its spell on them and me.<br>A creature who, invisible,<br>In sorrow and in mirth,<br>Through summer's heat or when the chill<br>Is on the dreaming Earth,<br>Sings as in sleep divinely still<br>The secret of its birth.<br>(And as it sings, possessed, apart<br>From all things far and near,<br>The music of its own strange heart<br>Is all it seems to hear,<br>As if its ardour made an art<br>Of its own atmosphere.<br>Still none who come there hear the song<br>Until their souls are bowed<br>Beneath the mystic boughs, among<br>Whose living leaves a crowd<br>Of spirit voices, weak and strong,<br>Sing all that God allowed).<br>Oh! wondrous was that faery strain,<br>Too holy to be heard<br>But by the soul with no profane<br>Imagination stirr'd —<br>Like a seer when his heart and brain<br>Are in the coming word,<br>And he bows low before the breath<br>Of that which, as a flame,<br>All that he is illumineth<br>And calls him as by name,<br>When one to him are Life and Death,<br>One honour and one shame.<br>Ah! so possessed I heard them sing,<br>The many voices who<br>Were the sense of a secret thing<br>That with the tree-life grew,<br>As it did from the same seed spring<br>And a dream-breath from it drew —<br>The mystic life which God had shut<br>Within the dark seed's core,<br>Diverse from all that He had put<br>In others evermore —<br>No hint of death behind it, but<br>Of life that is before!<br>The tree-life in more lives than this —<br>Of that it sings for aye —<br>And as I listened the world's hiss<br>In silence died away,<br>And the perfect life for all that is<br>Like a dream on me lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</a><div class=q>
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Beneath a mystic tree
Whose windless leaves a murmur made,
As if it there might be
A spirit in the sap that laid
Its spell on them and me.
A creature who, invisible,
In sorrow and in mirth,
Through summer's hea..."></div>
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