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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Child's Funeral</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair is thy site, Sorrento, green thy shore,<br>Black crags behind thee pierce the clear blue skies;<br>The sea, whose borderers ruled the world of yore,<br>As clear and bluer still before thee lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vesuvius smokes in sight, whose fount of fire,<br>Outgushing, drowned the cities on his steeps;<br>And murmuring Naples, spire o'ertopping spire,<br>Sits on the slope beyond where Virgil sleeps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here doth the earth, with flowers of every hue,<br>Heap her green breast when April suns are bright,<br>Flowers of the morning-red, or ocean-blue,<br>Or like the mountain frost of silvery white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Currents of fragrance, from the orange tree,<br>And sward of violets, breathing to and fro,<br>Mingle, and wandering out upon the sea,<br>Refresh the idle boatsman where they blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet even here, as under harsher climes,<br>Tears for the loved and early lost are shed;<br>That soft air saddens with the funeral chimes,<br>Those shining flowers are gathered for the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here once a child, a smiling playful one,<br>All the day long caressing and caressed,<br>Died when its little tongue had just begun<br>To lisp the names of those it loved the best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The father strove his struggling grief to quell,<br>The mother wept as mothers use to weep,<br>Two little sisters wearied them to tell<br>When their dear Carlo would awake from sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within an inner room his couch they spread,<br>His funeral couch; with mingled grief and love,<br>They laid a crown of roses on his head,<br>And murmured, 'Brighter is his crown above.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They scattered round him, on the snowy sheet,<br>Laburnum's strings of sunny-coloured gems,<br>Sad hyacinths, and violets dim and sweet,<br>And orange blossoms on their dark green stems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the hour is come, the priest is there;<br>Torches are lit and bells are tolled; they go,<br>With solemn rites of blessing and of prayer,<br>To lay the little corpse in earth below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The door is opened; hark! that quick glad cry;<br>Carlo has waked, has waked, and is at play;<br>The little sisters laugh and leap, and try<br>To climb the bed on which the infant lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there he sits alone, and gayly shakes<br>In his full hands, the blossoms red and white,<br>And smiles with winking eyes, like one who wakes<br>From long deep slumbers at the morning light.</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>
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Black crags behind thee pierce the clear blue skies;
The sea, whose borderers ruled the world of yore,
As clear and bluer still before thee lies.

Vesuvius smokes in sight, whose fount of fire,
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