<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529177" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Piscataqua River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou singest by the gleaming isles,<br>By woods, and fields of corn,<br>Thou singest, and the sunlight smiles<br>Upon my birthday morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I within a city, I,<br>So full of vague unrest,<br>Would almost give my life to lie<br>An hour upon upon thy breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To let the wherry listless go,<br>And, wrapt in dreamy joy,<br>Dip, and surge idly to and fro,<br>Like the red harbor-buoy;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To sit in happy indolence,<br>To rest upon the oars,<br>And catch the heavy earthy scents<br>That blow from summer shores;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see the rounded sun go down,<br>And with its parting fires<br>Light up the windows of the town<br>And burn the tapering spires;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then to hear the muffled tolls<br>From steeples slim and white,<br>And watch, among the Isles of Shoals,<br>The Beacon's orange light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O River! flowing to the main<br>Through woods, and fields of corn,<br>Hear thou my longing and my pain<br>This sunny birthday morn;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And take this song which fancy shapes<br>To music like thine own,<br>And sing it to the cliffs and capes<br>And crags where I am known!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Bailey+Aldrich">Thomas Bailey Aldrich</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=529177" data-title="Piscataqua River de Thomas Bailey Aldrich" data-description="Thou singest by the gleaming isles, By woods, and fields of corn, Thou singest, and the sunlight smiles Upon my birthday morn. But I within a city, I, So full of vague unrest, Would almost give my life to lie An hour upon upon thy breast. To let..."></div> </div> </div>

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