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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576798" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Indolent Mist of Autumn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The indolent mist of autumn at last dispersed…<br>It hovers between the towers, like the incense full of dreams<br>That will linger in the naves after the most solemn Mass;<br>And it sleeps like cloth spread on the dejected, grey ramparts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It comes unfolded then folds back on itself, like a wing<br>In imperceptible motion, yet incessant, in the fog;<br>All is shaded to a blur and turns slightly divine,<br>As beneath the pallid brushing, all is vague and lost in dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All is a shade of grey, cloaked in the colour of fog:<br>The sky with its ancient pinions, the water and the poplars,<br>Old friends, reconciled, so easily, with the haze of the past autumn,<br>Like all things that will soon be nothing but the faintest memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The victorious mist, against the pale depth of air,<br>Has diluted even the accustomed towers,<br>Whose grey thoughts are now gone forever,<br>Like some vague dream, or a geometry of vapour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Georges+Rodenbach">Georges Rodenbach</a><div class=q>
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It hovers between the towers, like the incense full of dreams
That will linger in the naves after the most solemn Mass;
And it sleeps like cloth spread on the dejected, grey ramparts.

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