<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=119291" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Interchange</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The oriole sang in the apple-tree;<br>The sick girl lay on her bed, and heard<br>The tremulous note of the glad wild bird;<br>And, "Ah!" she sighed, "to share with thee<br>Life's rapture exquisite and strong:<br>Its hope, its eager energy,<br>Its fragrance and its song!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The oriole swayed in the apple-tree,<br>And he sang: "I will build, with my love, a nest,<br>Fine as e'er welcomed a birdling guest:<br>Like a pendent blossom, secure yet free,<br>It shall hang from the bough above me there,<br>Bright, bright with the gold that is combed for me<br>From the sick girl's auburn hair!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he built the nest in the apple-tree;<br>And, burnished over, a ball of light,<br>It gleamed and shone in the sick girl's sight,<br>And she gazed upon it wonderingly:<br>But when the bird had forever flown,<br>They brought the nest from the apple-tree<br>To the bed where she lay alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O builder of this mystery!"—<br>The wide and wistful eyes grew dim,<br>And the soul of the sick girl followed him—<br>"Dear bird! I have had part, through thee,<br>In the life for which I long and long:<br>Have shared its hope, its energy,<br>Its rapture and its song!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Florence+Earle+Coates">Florence Earle Coates</a> from <i>Mine and Thine</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=119291" data-title="Interchange de Florence Earle Coates" data-description="The oriole sang in the apple-tree;/The sick girl lay on her bed, and heard/The tremulous note of the glad wild bird;/And, "Ah!" she sighed, "to share with thee/Life's rapture exquisite and strong:/Its hope, its eager energy,/Its fragrance and its ..."></div> </div> </div>

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