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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Places</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Places I love come back to me like music,<br>Hush me and heal me when I am very tired;<br>I see the oak woods at Saxton's flaming<br>In a flare of crimson by the frost newly fired;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I am thirsty for the spring in the valley<br>As for a kiss ungiven and long desired.<br>I know a bright world of snowy hills at Boonton,<br>A blue and white dazzling light on everything one sees,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ice-covered branches of the hemlocks sparkle<br>Bending low and tinkling in the sharp thin breeze,<br>And iridescent crystals fall and crackle on the snow-crust<br>With the winter sun drawing cold blue shadows from the trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Violet now, in veil on veil of evening<br>The hills across from Cromwell grow dreamy and far;<br>A wood-thrush is singing soft as a viol<br>In the heart of the hollow where the dark pools are;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The primrose has opened her pale yellow flowers<br>And heaven is lighting star after star.<br>Places I love come back to me like music --<br>Mid-ocean, midnight, the waves buzz drowsily;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the ship's deep churning the eerie phosphorescence<br>Is like the souls of people who were drowned at sea,<br>And I can hear a man's voice, speaking, hushed, insistent,<br>At midnight, in mid-ocean, hour on hour to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sara+Teasdale">Sara Teasdale</a><div class=q>
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Hush me and heal me when I am very tired;
I see the oak woods at Saxton's flaming
In a flare of crimson by the frost newly fired;

And I am thirsty for the spring in the valley
As for a kiss ungiven and lo..."></div>
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