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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written In Early Youth. The Time,--An Autumnal Evening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O thou wild fancy, check thy wing! No more<br>Those thin white flakes, those purple clouds explore!<br>Nor there with happy spirits speed thy light<br>Bathed in rich amber-glowing floods of light;<br>Nor in yon gleam, where slow descends the day,<br>With western peasants hail the morning ray!<br>Ah! rather bid the perished pleasures move,<br>A shadowy train, across the soul of love!<br>O'er disappointment's wintry desert fling<br>Each flower that wreathed the dewy locks of Spring,<br>When blushing, like a bride, from hope's trim bower<br>She leapt, awakened by the pattering shower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now sheds the sinking sun a deeper gleam,<br>Aid, lovely sorceress! aid thy poet's dream!<br>With fairy wand O bid the maid arise,<br>Chaste joyance dancing in her bright blue eyes;<br>As erst when from the Muses' calm abode <br>I came, with learning's meed not unbestowed:<br>When, as she twined a laurel round my brow,<br>And met my kiss, and half returned my vow,<br>O'er all my frame shot rapid my thrilled heart,<br>And every nerve confessed the electric dart.<br>O dear conceit! I see the maiden rise,<br>Chaste joyance dancing in her bright blue eyes,<br>When first the lark high-soaring swells his throat<br>Mocks the tired eye, and scatters the loud note,<br>I trace her footsteps on the accustomed lawn,<br>I mark her glancing mid the gleams of dawn.<br>When the bent flower beneath the night-dew weeps,<br>And on the lake the silver lustre sleeps,<br>Amid the paly radiance soft and sad<br>She meets my lonely path in moon-beams clad.<br>With her along the streamlet's brink I rove;<br>With her I list the warblings of the grove;<br>And seems in each low wind her voice to float<br>Lone-whispering pity in each soothing note!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirits of love! ye heard her name! Obey <br>The powerful spell, and to my haunt repair, <br>Whither on clust'ring pinions ye are there,<br>Where rich snows blossom on the myrtle trees,<br>Or with fond languishment around my fair<br>Sigh in the loose luxuriance of her hair;<br>O heed the spell, and hither wing your way,<br>Like far-off music, voyaging the breeze!<br>Spirits! to you the infant maid was given,<br>Formed by the wondrous alchemy of Heaven!<br>No fairer maid does love's wide empire know,<br>No fairer maid e'er heaved the bosom's snow. <br>A thousand loves around her forehead fly;<br>A thousand loves sit melting in her eye;<br>Love lights her smile -- in joy's bright nectar dips<br>The flamy rose, and plants it on her lips!<br>Tender, serene, and all devoid of guile,<br>Soft is her soul, as sleeping infant's smile:<br>She speaks! and hark that passion-warbled song--<br>Still, fancy! still those mazy notes prolong.<br>Sweet as th' angelic harps, whose rapturous falls<br>Awake the softened echoes of heaven's halls!<br>O (have I sighed) were mine the wizard's rod,<br>Or mine the power of Proteus, changeful god!<br>A flower-entangled arbor I would seem<br>To shield my love from noontide's sultry beam:<br>Or bloom a myrtle, from whose od'rous boughs<br>My love might weave gay garlands for her brows.<br>When twilight stole across the fading vale,<br>To fan my love I'd be the evening gale;<br>Mourn in the soft folds of her swelling vest,<br>And flutter my faint pinions on her breast!<br>On seraph wing I'd float a dream, by night,<br>To soothe my love with shadows of delight:--<br>Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies,<br>And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As when the savage, who his dowsy frame<br>Had basked beneath the sun's unclouded frame,<br>Awakes amid the troubles of the air, <br>The skyey deluge, and white lightning's glare--<br>Aghast he scours before the tempest's sweep,<br>And sad recalls the sunny hour of sleep:--<br>So tost by storms along life's wild'ring way<br>Mine eye reverted views that cloudless day,<br>When by my native brook I wont to rove<br>While hope with kisses nursed the infant love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear native brook! like peace, so placidly<br>Smoothing thro' fertile fields thy current meel!<br>Dear native brook! where first young poesy<br>Stared wildly-eager in her noontide dream,<br>Where blameless pleasures dimple quiet's cheek,<br>As water-lilies ripple a slow stream!<br>Dear native haunts! where virtue still is gay:<br>Where friendship's fixed star sheds a mellowed ray<br>Where love a crown of thornless roses wears:<br>Where softened sorrow smiles within her tears;<br>And mem'ry, with a vestal's chaste employ,<br>Unceasing feeds the lambent flame of joy!<br>No more your skylarks melting from the sight<br>Shall thrill th' attuned heart-string with delight:--<br>No more shall deck your pensive pleasures sweet<br>With wreaths of sober hue my evening seat.<br>Yet dear to fancy's eye your varied scene<br>Of wood, hill, dale, and sparkling brook between!<br>Yet sweet to fancy's ear the warbled song,<br>That soars on morning's wing your vales among.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scenes of my hope! the aching eye ye leave<br>Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve!<br>Tearful and sadd'ning with the saddened blaze <br>Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze;<br>Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend,<br>Till chill and damp the moonless night descend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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