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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode, Composed On A May Morning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While from the purpling east departs<br> The star that led the dawn,<br>Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,<br> For May is on the lawn.<br>A quickening hope, a freshening glee,<br> Foreran the expected Power,<br>Whose first-drawn breath, from bush and tree,<br> Shakes off that pearly shower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All Nature welcomes Her whose sway<br> Tempers the year's extremes;<br>Who scattereth lustres o'er noon-day,<br> Like morning's dewy gleams;<br>While mellow warble, sprightly trill,<br> The tremulous heart excite;<br>And hums the balmy air to still<br> The balance of delight.<br> <br>Time was, blest Power! when youth and maids<br> At peep of dawn would rise,<br>And wander forth, in forest glades<br> Thy birth to solemnize.<br>Though mute the song---to grace the rite<br> Untouched the hawthorn bough,<br>Thy Spirit triumphs o'er the slight;<br> Man changes, but not Thou!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy feathered Lieges bill and wings<br> In love's disport employ;<br>Warmed by thy influence, creeping things<br> Awake to silent joy:<br>Queen art thou still for each gay plant<br> Where the slim wild deer roves;<br>And served in depths where fishes haunt<br> Their own mysterious groves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cloud-piercing peak, and trackless heath,<br> Instinctive homage pay;<br>Nor wants the dim-lit cave a wreath<br> To honor thee, sweet May!<br>Where cities fanned by thy brisk airs<br> Behold a smokeless sky,<br>Their puniest flower-pot-nursling dares<br> To open a bright eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if, on this thy natal morn,<br> The pole, from which thy name<br>Hath not departed, stands forlorn<br> Of song and dance and game;<br>Still from the village-green a vow<br> Aspires to thee addrest,<br>Wherever peace is on the brow,<br> Or love within the breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! where Love nestles thou canst teach<br> The soul to love the more;<br>Hearts also shall thy lessons reach<br> That never loved before.<br>Stript is the haughty one of pride,<br> The bashful freed from fear,<br>While rising, like the ocean-tide,<br> In flow the joyous year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush, feeble lyre! weak words refuse<br> The service to prolong!<br>To yon exulting thrush the Muse<br> Entrusts the imperfect song;<br>His voice shall chant, in accents clear,<br> Throughout the live-long day,<br>Till the first silver star appear,<br> The sovereignty of May.</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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 The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
 For May is on the lawn.
A quickening hope, a freshening glee,
 Foreran the expected Power,
Whose first-drawn breath, from bush and tree,
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