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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540211" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, upon Loch Lomond)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">. Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower<br> Of beauty is thy earthly dower!<br> Twice seven consenting years have shed<br> Their utmost bounty on thy head:<br> And these grey rocks; that household lawn;<br> Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn;<br> This fall of water that doth make<br> A murmur near the silent lake;<br> This little bay; a quiet road<br> That holds in shelter thy Abode--<br> In truth together do ye seem<br> Like something fashioned in a dream;<br> Such Forms as from their covert peep<br> When earthly cares are laid asleep!<br> But, O fair Creature! in the light<br> Of common day, so heavenly bright,<br> I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,<br> I bless thee with a human heart;<br> God shield thee to thy latest years!<br> Thee, neither know I, nor thy peers;<br> And yet my eyes are filled with tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With earnest feeling I shall pray<br> For thee when I am far away:<br> For never saw I mien, or face,<br> In which more plainly I could trace<br> Benignity and home-bred sense<br> Ripening in perfect innocence.<br> Here scattered, like a random seed,<br> Remote from men, Thou dost not need<br> The embarrassed look of shy distress,<br> And maidenly shamefacedness:<br> Thou wear'st upon thy forehead clear<br> The freedom of a Mountaineer:<br> A face with gladness overspread!<br> Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!<br> And seemliness complete, that sways<br> Thy courtesies, about thee plays;<br> With no restraint, but such as springs<br> From quick and eager visitings<br> Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach<br> Of thy few words of English speech:<br> A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife<br> That gives thy gestures grace and life!<br> So have I, not unmoved in mind,<br> Seen birds of tempest-loving kind--<br> Thus beating up against the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What hand but would a garland cull<br> For thee who art so beautiful?<br> O happy pleasure! here to dwell<br> Beside thee in some heathy dell;<br> Adopt your homely ways, and dress,<br> A Shepherd, thou a Shepherdess!<br> But I could frame a wish for thee<br> More like a grave reality:<br> Thou art to me but as a wave<br> Of the wild sea; and I would have<br> Some claim upon thee, if I could,<br> Though but of common neighbourhood.<br> What joy to hear thee, and to see!<br> Thy elder Brother I would be,<br> Thy Father--anything to thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now thanks to Heaven! that of its grace<br> Hath led me to this lonely place.<br> Joy have I had; and going hence<br> I bear away my recompense.<br> In spots like these it is we prize<br> Our Memory, feel that she hath eyes:<br> Then, why should I be loth to stir?<br> I feel this place was made for her;<br> To give new pleasure like the past,<br> Continued long as life shall last.<br> Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart,<br> Sweet Highland Girl! from thee to part;<br> For I, methinks, till I grow old,<br> As fair before me shall behold,<br> As I do now, the cabin small,<br> The lake, the bay, the waterfall;<br> And thee, the spirit of them all!</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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 Of beauty is thy earthly dower!
 Twice seven consenting years have shed
 Their utmost bounty on thy head:
 And these grey rocks; that household lawn;
 Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn;
 This fall of wat..."></div>
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