<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523193" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Botanist's Vision</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun that in Breadalbane's lake doth fall<br>Was melting to the sea down golden Tay,<br>When a cry came along the peopled way,<br>'Sebastopol is ours!' From that wild call<br>I turned, and leaning on a time-worn wall<br>Quaint with the touch of many an ancient day,<br>The mappèd mould and mildewed marquetry<br>Knew with my focussed soul; which bent down all<br>Its sense, power, passion, to the sole regard<br>Of each green minim, as it were but born<br>To that one use. I strode home stern and hard;<br>In my hot hands I laid my throbbing head,<br>And all the living world and all the dead<br>Began a march which did not end at morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</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=523193" data-title="The Botanist's Vision de Sydney Thompson Dobell" data-description="The sun that in Breadalbane's lake doth fall Was melting to the sea down golden Tay, When a cry came along the peopled way, 'Sebastopol is ours!' From that wild call I turned, and leaning on a time-worn wall Quaint with the touch of many an ancien..."></div> </div> </div>

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