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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Or From That Sea Of Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OR, from that Sea of Time,<br> Spray, blown by the wind--a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;<br> (O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voiceless!<br> Yet will you not, to the tympans of temples held,<br> Murmurs and echoes still bring up--Eternity's music, faint and far,<br> Wafted inland, sent from Atlantica's rim--strains for the Soul of the<br> Prairies,<br> Whisper'd reverberations--chords for the ear of the West, joyously<br> sounding<br> Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable;)<br> Infinitessimals out of my life, and many a life,<br> (For not my life and years alone I give--all, all I give;) 10<br> These thoughts and Songs--waifs from the deep--here, cast high and<br> dry,<br> Wash'd on America's shores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Currents of starting a Continent new,<br> Overtures sent to the solid out of the liquid,<br> Fusion of ocean and land--tender and pensive waves,<br> (Not safe and peaceful only--waves rous'd and ominous too.<br> Out of the depths, the storm's abysms--Who knows whence? Death's<br> waves,<br> Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and tatter'd sail.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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 Spray, blown by the wind--a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;
 (O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voiceless!
 Yet will you not, to the tympans of temples held,
 Murmurs and echoes still br..."></div>
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