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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538813" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From The Upland To The Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall we wake one morn of spring,<br>Glad at heart of everything,<br>Yet pensive with the thought of eve?<br>Then the white house shall we leave,<br>Pass the wind-flowers and the bays,<br>Through the garth, and go our ways,<br>Wandering down among the meads<br>Till our very joyance needs<br>Rest at last; till we shall come<br>To that Sun-god’s lonely home,<br>Lonely on the hill-side grey,<br>Whence the sheep have gone away;<br>Lonely till the feast-time is,<br>When with prayer and praise of bliss,<br>Thither comes the country side.<br>There awhile shall we abide,<br>Sitting low down in the porch<br>By that image with the torch:<br>Thy one white hand laid upon<br>The black pillar that was won<br>From the far-off Indian mine;<br>And my hand nigh touching thine,<br>But not touching; and thy gown<br>Fair with spring-flowers cast adown<br>From thy bosom and thy brow.<br>There the south-west wind shall blow<br>Through thine hair to reach my cheek,<br>As thou sittest, nor mayst speak,<br>Nor mayst move the hand I kiss<br>For the very depth of bliss;<br>Nay, nor turn thine eyes to me.<br>Then desire of the great sea<br>Nigh enow, but all unheard,<br>In the hearts of us is stirred,<br>And we rise, we twain at last,<br>And the daffodils downcast,<br>Feel thy feet and we are gone<br>From the lonely Sun-Crowned one.<br>Then the meads fade at our back,<br>And the spring day ’gins to lack<br>That fresh hope that once it had;<br>But we twain grow yet more glad,<br>And apart no more may go<br>When the grassy slope and low<br>Dieth in the shingly sand:<br>Then we wander hand in hand<br>By the edges of the sea,<br>And I weary more for thee<br>Than if far apart we were,<br>With a space of desert drear<br>’Twixt thy lips and mine, O love!<br>Ah, my joy, my joy thereof!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q>
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Glad at heart of everything,
Yet pensive with the thought of eve?
Then the white house shall we leave,
Pass the wind-flowers and the bays,
Through the garth, and go our ways,
Wandering down among the meads
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