<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The New Moon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, as the garish day is done,<br>Heaven burns with the descended sun,<br>'Tis passing sweet to mark,<br>Amid that flush of crimson light,<br>The new moon's modest bow grow bright,<br>As earth and sky grow dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Few are the hearts too cold to feel<br>A thrill of gladness o'er them steal,<br>When first the wandering eye<br>Sees faintly, in the evening blaze,<br>That glimmering curve of tender rays<br>Just planted in the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sight of that young crescent brings<br>Thoughts of all fair and youthful things<br>The hopes of early years;<br>And childhood's purity and grace,<br>And joys that like a rainbow chase<br>The passing shower of tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The captive yields him to the dream<br>Of freedom, when that virgin beam<br>Comes out upon the air:<br>And painfully the sick man tries<br>To fix his dim and burning eyes<br>On the soft promise there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most welcome to the lover's sight,<br>Glitters that pure, emerging light;<br>For prattling poets say,<br>That sweetest is the lovers' walk,<br>And tenderest is their murmured talk,<br>Beneath its gentle ray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there do graver men behold<br>A type of errors, loved of old,<br>Forsaken and forgiven;<br>And thoughts and wishes not of earth,<br>Just opening in their early birth,<br>Like that new light in heaven.</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=538073" data-title="The New Moon de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="When, as the garish day is done, Heaven burns with the descended sun, 'Tis passing sweet to mark, Amid that flush of crimson light, The new moon's modest bow grow bright, As earth and sky grow dark. Few are the hearts too cold to feel A thrill of..."></div> </div> </div>

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