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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533722" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Vision of Youth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A horseman on a hilltop green<br> Drew rein, and wound his horn;<br>So bright he looked he might have been<br> The Herald of the Morn. <br>His steed was of the sovran strain<br> In Fancy’s meadows bred—<br>And pride was in his tossing mane,<br> And triumph in his tread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rider’s eyes like jewels glowed—<br> The World was in his hand—<br>As down the woodland way he rode<br> When Spring was in the land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From golden hour to golden hour<br> For him the woodland sang.<br>And from the heart of every flower<br> A singing fairy sprang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He rode along with rein so free,<br> And, as he rode, the Blue<br>Mysterious Bird of Fantasy<br> Ever before him flew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He rode by cot and castle dim<br> Through all the greenland gay;<br>Bright eyes through casements glanced at him:<br> He laughed—and rode away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world with sunshine was aflood,<br> And glad were maid and man,<br>And through his throbbing veins the blood<br> In keen, sweet shudders ran. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>His steed tossed head with fiery scorn,<br> And stamped, and snuffed the air—<br>As though he heard a sudden horn<br> Of far-off battle blare. <br>Erect the rider sat awhile<br> With flashing eyes, and then<br>Turned slowly, sighing, with a smile,<br> “0 weary world of men!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For aye the Bird of Fantasy<br> Sang magic songs to him,<br>And deeper and deeper still rode he<br> Into the Forest Dim. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That rider with his face aglow<br> With joy of life I see<br>In dreams. Ah, years and years ago<br> He parted ways with me! <br>Yet, sometimes, when the days are drear<br> And all the world forlorn,<br>From out the dim wood’s heart I hear<br> The echo of his horn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</a><div class=q>
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 Drew rein, and wound his horn;
So bright he looked he might have been
 The Herald of the Morn. 
His steed was of the sovran strain
 In Fancy’s meadows bred—
And pride was in his tossing mane,
 And triumph in his ..."></div>
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