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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Evening Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou<br>That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day,<br>Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow:<br>Thou hast been out upon the deep at play,<br>Riding all day the wild blue waves till now,<br>Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray<br>And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee<br>To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor I alone--a thousand bosoms round<br>Inhale thee in the fulness of delight;<br>And languid forms rise up, and pulses bound<br>Livelier, at coming of the wind of night;<br>And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound,<br>Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight.<br>Go forth into the gathering shade; go forth,<br>God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest,<br>Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse<br>The wide old wood from his majestic rest,<br>Summoning from the innumerable boughs<br>The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast:<br>Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows<br>The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass,<br>And where the o'ershadowing branches sweep the grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The faint old man shall lean his silver head<br>To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep,<br>And dry the moistened curls that overspread<br>His temples, while his breathing grows more deep:<br>And they who stand about the sick man's bed,<br>Shall joy to listen to thy distant sweep,<br>And softly part his curtains to allow<br>Thy visit, grateful to his burning brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go--but the circle of eternal change,<br>Which is the life of nature, shall restore,<br>With sounds and scents from all thy mighty range<br>Thee to thy birthplace of the deep once more;<br>Sweet odours in the sea-air, sweet and strange,<br>Shall tell the home-sick mariner of the shore;<br>And, listening to thy murmur, he shall deem<br>He hears the rustling leaf and running stream.</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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That cool'st the twilight of the sultry day,
Gratefully flows thy freshness round my brow:
Thou hast been out upon the deep at play,
Riding all day the wild blue waves till now,
Roughening their crest..."></div>
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