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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Invocation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PHOEBUS, arise! <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And paint the sable skies <br>With azure, white, and red; <br>Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed, <br>That she thy career may with roses spread; <br>The nightingales thy coming each-where sing; <br>Make an eternal spring! <br>Give life to this dark world which lieth dead; <br>Spread forth thy golden hair <br>In larger locks than thou wast wont before, <br>And emperor-like decore <br>With diadem of pearl thy temples fair: <br>Chase hence the ugly night <br>Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light. <br>This is that happy morn, <br>That day, long wished day <br>Of all my life so dark <br>(If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn <br>And fates not hope betray), <br>Which, only white, deserves <br>A diamond for ever should it mark: <br>This is the morn should bring into this grove <br>My Love, to hear and recompense my love. <br>Fair King, who all preserves, <br>But show thy blushing beams, <br>And thou two sweeter eyes <br>Shalt see than those which by Peneus' streams <br>Did once thy heart surprise: <br>Nay, suns, which shine as clear <br>As thou when two thou did to Rome appear. <br>Now, Flora, deck thyself in fairest guise: <br>If that ye, winds, would hear <br>A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre, <br>Your stormy chiding stay; <br>Let zephyr only breathe <br>And with her tresses play, <br>Kissing sometimes these purple ports of death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winds all silent are; <br>And Phoebus in his chair <br>Ensaffroning sea and air <br>Makes vanish every star: <br>Night like a drunkard reels <br>Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels: <br>The fields with flowers are deck'd in every hue, <br>The clouds bespangle with bright gold their blue: <br>Here is the pleasant place-- <br>And everything, save Her, who all should grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Drummond">William Henry Drummond</a><div class=q>
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And paint the sable skies 
With azure, white, and red; 
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed, 
That she thy career may with roses spread; 
The nightingales thy coming each-where sing; 
Make an eternal spri..."></div>
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