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vendredi 30 juillet 2010

Chauffage global!!A l' aurore d'un sejour plus chaud?

Voici que s'approche la lumière, la plus belle des lumières: le messageur radieux est né, puissante déjà
la nuit chaude avait surgi sous l'impulsion de Savitri
Wordsworth

CCLXXII. Written in Early Spring

I HEARD a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.


To her fair works did Nature link 5
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trail'd its wreaths; 10
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopp'd and play'd,
Their thoughts I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made 15
It seem'd a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there. 20

If this belief from Heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?