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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535346" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sotto Voce</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Edward Thomas</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The haze of noon wanned silver-grey,<br>The soundless mansion of the sun;<br>The air made visible in his ray,<br>Like molten glass from furnace run,<br>Quivered o'er heat-baked turf and stone<br>And the flower of the gorse burned on —<br>Burned softly as gold of a child's fair hair<br>Along each spiky spray, and shed<br>Almond-like incense in the air<br>Whereon our senses fed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At foot — a few sparse harebells: blue<br>And still as were the friend's dark eyes<br>That dwelt on mine, transfixèd through<br>With sudden ecstatic surmise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hst!' he cried softly, smiling, and lo,<br>Stealing amidst that maze gold-green,<br>I heard a whispering music flow<br>From guileful throat of bird, unseen: —<br>So delicate, the straining ear<br>Scarce carried its faint syllabling<br>Into a heart caught-up to hear<br>That inmost pondering<br>Of bird-like self with self. We stood,<br>In happy trance-like solitude,<br>Hearkening a lullay grieved and sweet —<br>As when on isle uncharted beat<br>'Gainst coral at the palm-tree's root,<br>With brine-clear, snow-white foam afloat,<br>The wailing, not of water or wind —<br>A husht, far, wild, divine lament,<br>When Prospero his wizardry bent<br>Winged Ariel to bind....<br>Then silence, and o'er-flooding noon.<br>I raised my head; smiled too. And he —<br>Moved his great hand, the magic gone —<br>Gently amused to see<br>My ignorant wonderment. He sighed.<br>'It was a nightingale,' he said,<br>'That sotto voce cons the song<br>He'll sing when dark is spread;<br>And Night's vague hours are sweet and long,<br>And we are laid abed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+de+la+Mare">Walter de la Mare</a><div class=q>
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The haze of noon wanned silver-grey,
The soundless mansion of the sun;
The air made visible in his ray,
Like molten glass from furnace run,
Quivered o'er heat-baked turf and stone
And the flower of the gorse burned on —
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