<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Water-Party On The Beaulieu River, In The New Forest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought 'twas a toy of the fancy, a dream<br>That leads with illusion the senses astray,<br>And I sighed with delight as we stole down the stream,<br>While the sun, as he smiled on our sail, seemed to say,<br>Rejoice in my light, ere it fade fast away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We left the loud rocking of ocean behind,<br>And stealing along the clear current serene,<br>The Phaedria spread her white sails to the wind,<br>And they who divided had many a day been,<br>Gazed with added delight on the charms of the scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each bosom one spirit of peace seemed to feel;<br>We heard not the tossing, the stir, and the roar<br>Of the ocean without; we heard only the keel,<br>The keel that went whispering along the green shore,<br>And the stroke, as it dipped, of the feathering oar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath the dark woods now, as winding we go,<br>What sounds of rich harmony burst on the ear!<br>Hark, cheer'ly the loud-swelling clarionets blow;<br>Now the tones gently die, now more mellow we hear<br>The horns through the high forest echoing clear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They cease; and no longer the echoes prolong<br>The swell of the concert; in silence we float--<br>In silence! Oh, listen! 'tis woman's sweet song--<br>The bends of the river reply to each note,<br>And the oar is held dripping and still from the boat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mark the sun that descends o'er the curve of the flood!<br>Seize, Wilmot, the pencil, and instant convey<br>To the tablet the water, the banks, and the wood,<br>That their colours may live without change or decay,<br>When these beautiful tints die in darkness away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when we are parted, and tossed on the deep,<br>And no longer the light on our prospect shall gleam,<br>The semblance of one lovely scene we may keep,<br>And remember the day, and the hour, like a dream,<br>When we sighed with delight as we stole down the stream!</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> <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=538679" data-title="Water-Party On The Beaulieu River, In The New Forest de William Lisle Bowles" data-description="I thought 'twas a toy of the fancy, a dream That leads with illusion the senses astray, And I sighed with delight as we stole down the stream, While the sun, as he smiled on our sail, seemed to say, Rejoice in my light, ere it fade fast away! We ..."></div> </div> </div>

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