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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539948" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By the Seaside</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun is couched, the sea-fowl gone to rest, <br>And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest; <br>Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives, <br>Only a heaving of the deep survives, <br>A tell-tale motion! soon will it be laid, <br>And by the tide alone the water swayed. <br>Stealthy withdrawings, interminglings mild <br>Of light with shade in beauty reconciled-- <br>Such is the prospect far as sight can range, <br>The soothing recompence, the welcome change. <br>Where, now, the ships that drove before the blast, <br>Threatened by angry breakers as they passed; <br>And by a train of flying clouds bemocked; <br>Or, in the hollow surge, at anchor rocked <br>As on a bed of death? Some lodge in peace, <br>Saved by His care who bade the tempest cease; <br>And some, too heedless of past danger, court <br>Fresh gales to waft them to the far-off port <br>But near, or hanging sea and sky between, <br>Not one of all those winged powers is seen, <br>Seen in her course, nor 'mid this quiet heard; <br>Yet oh! how gladly would the air be stirred <br>By some acknowledgment of thanks and praise, <br>Soft in its temper as those vesper lays <br>Sung to the Virgin while accordant oars <br>Urge the slow bark along Calabrian shores; <br>A sea-born service through the mountains felt <br>Till into one loved vision all things melt: <br>Or like those hymns that soothe with graver sound <br>The gulfy coast of Norway iron-bound; <br>And, from the wide and open Baltic, rise <br>With punctual care, Lutherian harmonies. <br>Hush, not a voice is here! but why repine, <br>Now when the star of eve comes forth to shine <br>On British waters with that look benign? <br>Ye mariners, that plough your onward way, <br>Or in the haven rest, or sheltering bay, <br>May silent thanks at least to God be given <br>With a full heart; &quot;our thoughts are 'heard' in heaven.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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And the wild storm hath somewhere found a nest; 
Air slumbers--wave with wave no longer strives, 
Only a heaving of the deep survives, 
A tell-tale motion! soon will it be laid, 
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