<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Chord of Colour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Lady clad herself in grey,<br> That caught and clung about her throat;<br>Then all the long grey winter day<br> On me a living splendour smote;<br>And why grey palmers holy are,<br> And why grey minsters great in story,<br>And grey skies ring the morning star,<br> And grey hairs are a crown of glory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Lady clad herself in green,<br> Like meadows where the wind-waves pass;<br>Then round my spirit spread, I ween,<br> A splendour of forgotten grass.<br>Then all that dropped of stem or sod,<br> Hoarded as emeralds might be,<br>I bowed to every bush, and trod<br> Amid the live grass fearfully.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Lady clad herself in blue,<br> Then on me, like the seer long gone,<br>The likeness of a sapphire grew,<br> The throne of him that sat thereon.<br>Then knew I why the Fashioner<br> Splashed reckless blue on sky and sea;<br>And ere 'twas good enough for her,<br> He tried it on Eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath the gnarled old Knowledge-tree<br> Sat, like an owl, the evil sage:<br>'The World's a bubble,' solemnly<br> He read, and turned a second page.<br>'A bubble, then, old crow,' I cried,<br> 'God keep you in your weary wit!<br>'A bubble--have you ever spied<br> 'The colours I have seen on it?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=G.K.+Chesterton">G.K. Chesterton</a> from <i>The Wild Knight and Other Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117673" data-title="A Chord of Colour de G.K. Chesterton" data-description="My Lady clad herself in grey,/ That caught and clung about her throat;/Then all the long grey winter day/ On me a living splendour smote;/And why grey palmers holy are,/ And why grey minsters great in story,/And grey skies ring the morning star,/ ..."></div> </div> </div>

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