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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Friend Who Sent Me A Box Of Violets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, more than violets<br>These thoughts of thine, friend!<br>Rather thy reedy brook--<br>Taw's tributary--<br>At midnight murmuring,<br>Descried them, the delicate<br>Dark-eyed goddesses,<br>There by his cressy bed<br>Dissolved and dreaming<br>Dreams that distilled into dew<br>All the purple of night,<br>All the shine of a planet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whereat he whispered;<br>And they arising--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of day's forget-me-nots<br>The duskier sisters--<br>Descended, relinquished<br>The orchard, the trout-pool,<br>Torridge and Tamar,<br>The Druid circles,<br>Sheepfolds of Dartmoor,<br>Granite and sandstone;<br>By Roughtor, Dozmare,<br>Down the vale of the Fowey<br>Moving in silence,<br>Brushing the nightshade<br>By bridges cyclopean,<br>By Trevenna, Treverbyn,<br>Lawharne and Largin,<br>By Glynn, Lanhydrock,<br>Restormel, Lostwithiel,<br>Dark wood, dim water, dreaming town;<br>Down the vale of the Fowey<br>To the tidal water<br>Washing the feet<br>Of fair St Winnow--<br>Each, in her exile<br>Musing the message,<br>Passed, as the starlit<br>Shadow of Ruth from the land of the Moabite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they came,<br>Valley-born, valley-nurtured--<br>Came to the tideway<br>The jetties, the anchorage,<br>The salt wind piping,<br>Snoring in Equinox,<br>By ships at anchor,<br>By quays tormented,<br>Storm-bitten streets;<br>Came to the Haven<br>Crying, 'Ah, shelter us,<br>The strayed ambassadors,<br>Love's lost legation<br>On a comfortless coast!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, but a little sleep,<br>A little folding<br>Of petals to the lull<br>Of quiet rainfalls--<br>Here in my garden,<br>In angle sheltered<br>From north and east wind--<br>Softly shall recreate<br>The courage of charity,<br>Henceforth not to me only<br>Breathing the message.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clean-breath'd Sirens!<br>Hencefore the mariner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Arthur+Quiller-Couch">Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch</a><div class=q>
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These thoughts of thine, friend!
Rather thy reedy brook--
Taw's tributary--
At midnight murmuring,
Descried them, the delicate
Dark-eyed goddesses,
There by his cressy bed
Dissolved and dreaming
Dreams that distilled into de..."></div>
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