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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539888" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sky Watcher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Black rolls the phantom chimney-smoke <br> Beneath the wintry moon; <br> For miles on miles, by sound unbroke, <br> The world lies wrapt in its ermine cloak, <br> And the night's icy swoon<br> Sways earthward in great brimming wells <br> Of luminous, frosty particles. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Far up the roadway, drifted deep, <br> Where frost-etched fences gleam; <br> Beneath the sky's wan, shimmering sleep <br> My solitary way I keep <br> Across the world's white dream;<br> The only living moving thing <br> In all this mighty slumbering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Up in the eastern range of hill, <br> The thin wood spectrally <br> Stirs in its sleep and then is still <br> (Like querulous age) at the wind's will.<br> My shadow doggedly <br> Follows my footsteps where I go, <br> A grotesque giant on the snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Out where the river's arms are wound,<br> And icy sedges cling, <br> There comes to me as in a swound <br> A far-off clear, thin, vibrant sound,-- <br> The distant hammering <br> Of frost-elves as they come and go, <br> Forging, in silver chains, his woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I stand upon the hill's bleak crest <br> And note the far night world: <br> The mighty lake whose passionate breast, <br> Manacled into arctic rest,<br> In shrouded sleep is furled: <br> The steely heavens whose wondrous host <br> Wheel white from flaming coast to coast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then down the night's dim luminous ways,<br> Meseems they come once more, <br> Those great star-watchers of old days <br> The lonely, calm-ones, whose still gaze, <br> On old-time, orient shore, <br> Dreamed in the wheeling sons of light,<br> The awful secrets of earth's night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They come, those lofty ones of old,<br> And take me by the hand,<br> And call me brother; ages rolled <br> Are but a smoke-mist; kindred-souled,<br> They lift me to their band;<br> Like lights that from pale starbeams shine,<br> Their clear eyes look with peace on mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In language of no common kind<br> These watchers speak to me;<br> Their thoughts the depths of heaven find<br> Like plummets true. It were a kind<br> Of immortality<br> To spend with them one holy hour,<br> And know their love and grasp their power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And wrapt around with glad content,<br> I learn with soul serene,<br> Caught from the beauty that is blent<br> In earth, the heaven's luminous tent,<br> The frost-lit dreams between,<br> And something holier out of sight,<br> Glad visions of the infinite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then backward past the sere hill's breast,<br> The spectral moaning wood,<br> With great peace brooding in my breast,<br> I turn me toward the common rest<br> Of earth's worn brotherhood;<br> But as I pass, a sacred sign,<br> Each lays his holy lips on mine:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Gives me the golden chrism of song,<br> Tips my hushed heart with fire;<br> Till high in heaven I hear that throng<br> Who march in mystic paths along,<br> Great Pleiades, The Lyre,<br> The Te-Deum of the ages swell,<br> To earth-tuned ear inaudible.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wilfred+Campbell">William Wilfred Campbell</a><div class=q>
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 Beneath the wintry moon; 
 For miles on miles, by sound unbroke, 
 The world lies wrapt in its ermine cloak, 
 And the night's icy swoon
 Sways earthward in great brimming wells 
 Of luminous, frosty particl..."></div>
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