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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Summer Pool</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE is a singing in the summer air, <br>The blue and brown moths flutter o’er the grass, <br>The stubble bird is creaking in the wheat, <br>And perch’d upon the honeysuckle-hedge <br>Pipes the green linnet. Oh, the golden world! <br>The stir of life on every blade of grass, <br>The motion and the joy on every bough, <br>The glad feast everywhere, for things that love <br>The sunshine, and for things that love the shade! <br> <br> Aimlessly wandering with weary feet,<br>Watching the wool white clouds that wander by, <br>I come upon a lonely place of shade,— <br>A still green Pool, where with soft sound and stir <br>The shadows of o’erhanging branches sleep, <br>Save where they leave one dreamy space of blue,<br>O’er whose soft stillness ever and anon <br>The feathery cirrus blows. Here unaware <br>I pause, and leaning on my staff I add <br>A shadow to the shadows; and behold! <br>Dim dreams steal down upon me, with a hum <br>Of little wings, a murmuring of boughs, <br>The dusky stir and motion dwelling here, <br>Within this small green world. O’ershadow’d <br>By dusky greenery, tho’ all around <br>The sunshine throbs on fields of wheat and bean, <br>Downward I gaze into the dreamy blue, <br>And pass into a waking sleep, wherein <br>The green boughs rustle, feathery wreaths of cloud <br>Pass softly, piloted by golden airs: <br>The air is still,—no birds sing any more,— <br>And helpless as a tiny flying thing, <br>I am alone in all the world with God. <br> <br> The wind dies—not a leaf stirs—on the Pool <br>The fly scarce moves; earth seems to hold her breath <br>Until her heart stops, listening silently <br>For the far footsteps of the coming rain! <br> <br> While thus I pause, it seems that I have gain’d <br>New eyes to see; my brain grows sensitive <br>To trivial things that, at another hour, <br>Had pass’d unheeded. Suddenly the air <br>Shivers, the shadows in whose midst I stand <br>Tremble and blacken—the blue eye o’ the Pool <br>Is clos’d and clouded; with a sudden gleam <br>Oiling its wings, a swallow darteth past, <br>And weedling flowers beneath my feet thrust up<br>Their leaves, to feel the fragrant shower. Oh, hark! <br>The thirsty leaves are troubled into sighs, <br>And up above me, on the glistening boughs, <br>Patters the summer rain! <br> <br> Into a nook,<br>Screen’d by thick foliage of oak and beech, <br>I creep for shelter; and the summer shower <br>Murmurs around me. Oh, the drowsy sounds! <br>The pattering rain, the numerous sigh of leaves, <br>The deep, warm breathing of the scented air, <br>Sink sweet into my soul—until at last, <br>Comes the soft ceasing of the gentle fall, <br>And lo! the eye of blue within the Pool <br>Opens again, while with a silvern gleam <br>Dew diamonds twinkle moistly on the leaves,<br>Or, shaken downward by the summer wind, <br>Fall melting on the Pool in rings of light!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cosmo+Monkhouse">William Cosmo Monkhouse</a><div class=q>
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The blue and brown moths flutter o’er the grass, 
The stubble bird is creaking in the wheat, 
And perch’d upon the honeysuckle-hedge 
Pipes the green linnet. Oh, the golden world! 
The stir of life on eve..."></div>
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