<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537992" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Scene At The Banks Of The Hudson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cool shades and dews are round my way,<br>And silence of the early day;<br>Mid the dark rocks that watch his bed,<br>Glitters the mighty Hudson spread,<br>Unrippled, save by drops that fall<br>From shrubs that fringe his mountain wall;<br>And o'er the clear still water swells<br>The music of the Sabbath bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All, save this little nook of land<br>Circled with trees, on which I stand;<br>All, save that line of hills which lie<br>Suspended in the mimic sky--<br>Seems a blue void, above, below,<br>Through which the white clouds come and go,<br>And from the green world's farthest steep<br>I gaze into the airy deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loveliest of lovely things are they,<br>On earth, that soonest pass away.<br>The rose that lives its little hour<br>Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.<br>Even love, long tried and cherished long,<br>Becomes more tender and more strong,<br>At thought of that insatiate grave<br>From which its yearnings cannot save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">River! in this still hour thou hast<br>Too much of heaven on earth to last;<br>Nor long may thy still waters lie,<br>An image of the glorious sky.<br>Thy fate and mine are not repose,<br>And ere another evening close,<br>Thou to thy tides shalt turn again,<br>And I to seek the crowd of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</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=537992" data-title="A Scene At The Banks Of The Hudson de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="Cool shades and dews are round my way, And silence of the early day; Mid the dark rocks that watch his bed, Glitters the mighty Hudson spread, Unrippled, save by drops that fall From shrubs that fringe his mountain wall; And o'er the clear still w..."></div> </div> </div>

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