<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507611" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Duddingstone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WITH caws and chirrupings, the woods<br>In this thin sun rejoice.<br>The Psalm seems but the little kirk<br>That sings with its own voice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cloud-rifts share their amber light<br>With the surface of the mere -<br>I think the very stones are glad<br>To feel each other near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more my whole heart leaps and swells<br>And gushes o'er with glee;<br>The fingers of the sun and shade<br>Touch music stops in me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now fancy paints that bygone day<br>When you were here, my fair -<br>The whole lake rang with rapid skates<br>In the windless winter air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You leaned to me, I leaned to you,<br>Our course was smooth as flight -<br>We steered - a heel-touch to the left,<br>A heel-touch to the right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We swung our way through flying men,<br>Your hand lay fast in mine:<br>We saw the shifting crowd dispart,<br>The level ice-reach shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I swear by yon swan-travelled lake,<br>By yon calm hill above,<br>I swear had we been drowned that day<br>We had been drowned in love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507611" data-title="Duddingstone de Robert Louis Stevenson" data-description="WITH caws and chirrupings, the woods In this thin sun rejoice. The Psalm seems but the little kirk That sings with its own voice. The cloud-rifts share their amber light With the surface of the mere - I think the very stones are glad To feel each..."></div> </div> </div>

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