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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538047" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crowded Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me move slowly through the street,<br>Filled with an ever-shifting train,<br>Amid the sound of steps that beat<br>The murmuring walks like autumn rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How fast the flitting figures come!<br>The mild, the fierce, the stony face;<br>Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and some<br>Where secret tears have left their trace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pass--to toil, to strife, to rest;<br>To halls in which the feast is spread;<br>To chambers where the funeral guest<br>In silence sits beside the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some to happy homes repair,<br>Where children, pressing cheek to cheek,<br>With mute caresses shall declare<br>The tenderness they cannot speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some, who walk in calmness here,<br>Shall shudder as they reach the door<br>Where one who made their dwelling dear,<br>Its flower, its light, is seen no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Youth, with pale cheek and slender frame,<br>And dreams of greatness in thine eye!<br>Goest thou to build an early name,<br>Or early in the task to die?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Keen son of trade, with eager brow!<br>Who is now fluttering in thy snare?<br>Thy golden fortunes, tower they now,<br>Or melt the glittering spires in air?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who of this crowd to-night shall tread<br>The dance till daylight gleam again?<br>Who sorrow o'er the untimely dead?<br>Who writhe in throes of mortal pain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some, famine-struck, shall think how long<br>The cold dark hours, how slow the light,<br>And some, who flaunt amid the throng,<br>Shall hide in dens of shame to-night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each, where his tasks or pleasures call,<br>They pass, and heed each other not.<br>There is who heeds, who holds them all,<br>In his large love and boundless thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These struggling tides of life that seem<br>In wayward, aimless course to tend,<br>Are eddies of the mighty stream<br>That rolls to its appointed end.</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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Filled with an ever-shifting train,
Amid the sound of steps that beat
The murmuring walks like autumn rain.

How fast the flitting figures come!
The mild, the fierce, the stony face;
Some bright with thoughtl..."></div>
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