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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518795" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Florida Ghost.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down mildest shores of milk-white sand,<br> By cape and fair Floridian bay,<br>Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on land --<br> And the great Gulf at play,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Past far-off palms that filmed to nought,<br> Or in and out the cunning keys<br>That laced the land like fragile patterns wrought<br> To edge old broideries,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The sail sighed on all day for joy,<br> The prow each pouting wave did leave<br>All smile and song, with sheen and ripple coy,<br> Till the dusk diver Eve</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Brought up from out the brimming East<br> The oval moon, a perfect pearl.<br>In that large lustre all our haste surceased,<br> The sail seemed fain to furl,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The silent steersman landward turned,<br> And ship and shore set breast to breast.<br>Under a palm wherethrough a planet burned<br> We ate, and sank to rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But soon from sleep's dear death (it seemed)<br> I rose and strolled along the sea<br>Down silver distances that faintly gleamed<br> On to infinity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Till suddenly I paused, for lo!<br> A shape (from whence I ne'er divined)<br>Appeared before me, pacing to and fro,<br> With head far down inclined.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> `A wraith' (I thought) `that walks the shore<br> To solve some old perplexity.'<br>Full heavy hung the draggled gown he wore;<br> His hair flew all awry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He waited not (as ghosts oft use)<br> To be `dearheaven'd!' and `oh'd!'<br>But briskly said: &quot;Good-evenin'; what's the news?<br> Consumption? After boa'd?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Or mebbe you're intendin' of<br> Investments? Orange-plantin'? Pine?<br>Hotel? or Sanitarium? What above<br> This yea'th CAN be your line?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Speakin' of sanitariums, now,<br> Jest look 'ee here, my friend:<br>I know a little story, -- well, I swow,<br> Wait till you hear the end!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Some year or more ago, I s'pose,<br> I roamed from Maine to Floridy,<br>And, -- see where them Palmettos grows?<br> I bought that little key,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Cal'latin' for to build right off<br> A c'lossal sanitarium:<br>Big surf! Gulf breeze! Jest death upon a cough!<br> -- I run it high, to hum!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Well, sir, I went to work in style:<br> Bought me a steamboat, loaded it<br>With my hotel (pyazers more'n a mile!)<br> Already framed and fit,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Insured 'em, fetched 'em safe around,<br> Put up my buildin', moored my boat,<br>COM-plete! then went to bed and slept as sound<br> As if I'd paid a note.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Now on that very night a squall,<br> Cum up from some'eres -- some bad place!<br>An' blowed an' tore an' reared an' pitched an' all,<br> -- I had to run a race</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Right out o' bed from that hotel<br> An' git to yonder risin' ground,<br>For, 'twixt the sea that riz and rain that fell,<br> I pooty nigh was drowned!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;An' thar I stood till mornin' cum,<br> Right on yon little knoll of sand,<br>FreQUENTly wishin' I had stayed to hum<br> Fur from this tarnal land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;When mornin' cum, I took a good<br> Long look, and -- well, sir, sure's I'm ME --<br>That boat laid right whar that hotel had stood,<br> And HIT sailed out to sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;No: I'll not keep you: good-bye, friend.<br> Don't think about it much, -- preehaps<br>Your brain might git see-sawin', end for end,<br> Like them asylum chaps,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;For here *I* walk, forevermore,<br> A-tryin' to make it gee,<br>How one same wind could blow my ship to shore<br> And my hotel to sea!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a><div class=q>
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 By cape and fair Floridian bay,
Twixt billowy pines -- a surf asleep on land --
 And the great Gulf at play,

 Past far-off palms that filmed to nought,
 Or in and out the cunning keys
That laced the land l..."></div>
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