<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Passer-by</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, <br>Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, <br>That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding, <br>Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest? <br>Ah! soon, when Winter has all our vales opprest, <br>When skies are cold and misty, and hail is hurling, <br>Wilt thoù glìde on the blue Pacific, or rest <br>In a summer haven asleep, thy white sails furling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I there before thee, in the country that well thou knowest, <br>Already arrived am inhaling the odorous air: <br>I watch thee enter unerringly where thou goest, <br>And anchor queen of the strange shipping there, <br>Thy sails for awnings spread, thy masts bare: <br>Nor is aught from the foaming reef to the snow-capp'd grandest <br>Peak, that is over the feathery palms, more fair <br>Than thou, so upright, so stately and still thou standest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, O splendid ship, unhail'd and nameless, <br>I know not if, aiming a fancy, I rightly divine <br>That thou hast a purpose joyful, a courage blameless, <br>Thy port assured in a happier land than mine. <br>But for all I have given thee, beauty enough is thine, <br>As thou, aslant with trim tackle and shrouding, <br>From the proud nostril curve of a prow's line <br>In the offing scatterest foam, thy white sails crowding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Seymour+Bridges">Robert Seymour Bridges</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=507995" data-title="A Passer-by de Robert Seymour Bridges" data-description="Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding, Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest? Ah! soon, when Winter has all our vales opprest, Whe..."></div> </div> </div>

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