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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Winds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When dark November bade the leaves adieu,<br>And the gale sung amid the sea-boy's shrouds,<br>Methought I saw four winged forms, that flew,<br>With garments streaming light, amid the clouds;<br>From adverse regions of the sky,<br>In dim succession, they went by.<br>The first, as o'er the billowy deep he passed,<br>Blew from its brazen trump a far-resounding blast.<br>Upon a beaked promontory high,<br>With streaming heart, and cloudy brow severe, <br>Marked ye the father of the frowning year!<br>Dark vapours rolled o'er the tempestuous sky,<br>When creeping WINTER from his cave came forth;<br>Stern courier of the storm, he cried, what from the north?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">NORTH WIND.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the vast and desert deeps,<br>Where the lonely Kraken sleeps,<br>Where fixed the icy mountains high<br>Glimmer to the twilight sky;<br>Where, six lingering months to last, <br>The night has closed, the day is past,<br>Father, lo, I come, I come:<br>I have heard the wizard's drum,<br>And the withered Lapland hag,<br>Seal, with muttered spell, her bag:<br>O'er mountains white, and forests sere,<br>I flew, and with a wink am here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WINTER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit of unwearied wing,<br>From the Baltic's frozen main,<br>From the Russ's bleak domain, <br>Say, what tidings dost thou bring!<br>Shouts, and the noise of battle! and again<br>The winged wind blew loud a deadly blast;<br>Shouts, and the noise of battle! the long main<br>Seemed with hoarse voice to answer as he passed.<br>The moody South went by, and silence kept;<br>The cloudy rack oft hid his mournful mien,<br>And frequent fell the showers, as if he wept<br>The eternal havoc of this mortal scene.<br>He had heard the yell, and cry, <br>And howling dance of Anarchy,<br>Where the Rhone, with rushing flood,<br>Murmured to the main, through blood:--<br>He seemed to wish he could for ever throw<br>His misty mantle o'er a world of woe.<br>But rousing him from his desponding trance,<br>Cold Eurus blew his sharp and shrilling horn;<br>In his right hand he bore an icy lance,<br>That far off glittered in the frost of morn;<br>The old man knew the clarion from afar, <br>What from the East? he cried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">EAST WIND.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shouts, and the noise of war!<br>Far o'er the land hath been my flight,<br>O'er many a forest dark as night,<br>O'er champaigns where the Tartar speeds,<br>O'er Wolga's wild and giant reeds,<br>O'er the Carpathian summits hoar,<br>Beneath whose snows and shadows frore,<br>Poland's level length unfolds<br>Her trackless woods and wildering wolds, <br>Like a spirit, seeking rest,<br>I have passed from east to west,<br>While sounds of discord and lament<br>Rose from the earth where'er I went.<br>I care not; hurrying, as in scorn,<br>I shook my lance, and blew my horn;<br>The day shows clear; and merrily<br>Along the Atlantic now I fly.<br>Who comes in soft and spicy vest,<br>From the mild regions of the West? <br>An azure veil bends waving o'er his head,<br>And showers of violets from his hands are shed.<br>'Tis Zephyr, with a look as young and fair<br>As when his lucid wings conveyed<br>That beautiful and gentle maid<br>Psyche, transported through the air,<br>The blissful couch of Love's own god to share.<br>Winter, avaunt! thy haggard eye<br>Will scare him, as he wanders by,<br>Him and the timid butterfly. <br>He brings again the morn of May;<br>The lark, amid the clear blue sky,<br>Carols, but is not seen so high,<br>And all the winter's winds fly far away!<br>I cried: O Father of the world, whose might<br>The storm, the darkness, and the winds obey,<br>Oh, when will thus the long tempestuous night<br>Of warfare and of woe be rolled away!<br>Oh, when will cease the uproar and the din,<br>And Peace breathe soft, Summer is coming in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Lisle+Bowles">William Lisle Bowles</a><div class=q>
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