<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518835" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Hills</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Mother-Earth<br> Of Titan birth,<br>Yon hills are your large breasts, and often I<br>Have climbed to their top-nipples, fain and dry<br>To drink my mother's-milk so near the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O ye hill-stains,<br> Red, for all rains!<br>The blood that made you has all bled for us,<br>The hearts that paid you are all dead for us,<br>The trees that shade you groan with lead, for us!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And O, hill-sides,<br> Like giants' brides<br>Ye sleep in ravine-rumpled draperies,<br>And weep your springs in tearful memories<br>Of days that stained your robes with stains like these!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sleep on, ye hills!<br> Weep on, ye rills!<br>The stainers have decreed the stains shall stay.<br>They chain the hands might wash the stains away.<br>They wait with cold hearts till we &quot;rue the day&quot;.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Mother-Earth<br> Of Titan birth,<br>Thy mother's-milk is curdled with aloe.<br>-- Like hills, Men, lift calm heads through any woe,<br>And weep, but bow not an inch, for any foe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou Sorrow-height<br> We climb by night,<br>Thou hast no hell-deep chasm save Disgrace.<br>To stoop, will fling us down its fouled space:<br>Stand proud! The Dawn will meet us, face to face,<br>For down steep hills the Dawn loves best to race!</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> <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=518835" data-title="Our Hills de Sidney Lanier" data-description="Dear Mother-Earth Of Titan birth, Yon hills are your large breasts, and often I Have climbed to their top-nipples, fain and dry To drink my mother's-milk so near the sky. O ye hill-stains, Red, for all rains! The blood that made you has all bl..."></div> </div> </div>

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