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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Splitting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Morning. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Out from the hut at break of day, <br> And up the hills in the dawning grey; <br>With the young wind flowing <br>From the blue east, growing <br> Red with the white sun's ray! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lone and clear as a deep-bright dream <br> Under mid-night's and mid-slumber's stream, <br>Up rises the mount against the sunrise shower, <br>Vast as a kingdom, fair as a flower: <br> O'er it doth the foam of foliage ream </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In vivid softness serene, <br> Pearly-purple and marble green; <br>Clear in their mingling tinges, <br>Up away to the crest that fringes <br> Skies studded with cloud-crags sheen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Like birds frayed from their lurking-shaw, <br> Like ripples fleet 'neath a furious flaw, <br>The echoes re-echo, flying <br>Down from the mauls hot-plying; <br> Clatter the axes, grides the saw. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ruddy and white the chips out-spring, <br> Like money sown by a pageant king; <br>The free wood yields to the driven wedges, <br>With its white sap-edges, <br> And heart in the sunshine glistening. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Broadly the ice-clear azure floods down, <br> Where the great tree-tops are overthrown; <br>As on through the endless day we labour; <br>The sun for our nearest neighbour, <br> Up o'er the mountains lone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And so intensely it doth illume, <br> That it shuts by times to gloom; <br>In the open spaces thrilling; <br>From the dead leaves distilling <br> A hot and harsh perfume. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evening. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Give over! All the valleys in sight <br> Fill, fill with the rising tide of night; <br>While the sunset with gold-dust bridges <br>The black-ravined ridges, <br> Whose mighty muscles curve in its light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In our weary climb, while night dyes deep, <br> Down the broken and stony steep, <br>How our jaded bodies are shaken <br>By each step in half-blindness taken -- <br> One's thoughts lie heaped like brutes asleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Open the door of the dismal hut, <br> Silence and darkness lone were shut <br>In it, as a tidal pool, until returning <br>Night drowns the land, -- no ember's burning, -- <br> One is too weary the food to cut. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Body and soul with every blow, <br> Wasted for ever, and who will know, <br>Where, past this mountained night of toiling, <br>Red life in its thousand veins is boiling, <br> Of chips scattered on the mountain's brow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Wheeler+Jephcott">Sydney Wheeler Jephcott</a><div class=q>
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 Out from the hut at break of day, 
 And up the hills in the dawning grey; 
With the young wind flowing 
From the blue east, growing 
 Red with the white sun's ray! 

 Lone and clear as a deep-bright dream 
 Under mid-night's and mid-sl..."></div>
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