<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336696" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunday Morning - IV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She says, "I am content when wakened birds, <br>Before they fly, test the reality <br>Of misty fields, by their sweet questionings; <br>But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields <br>Return no more, where, then, is paradise?" <br>There is not any haunt of prophecy, <br>Nor any old chimera of the grave, <br>Neither the golden underground, nor isle <br>Melodious, where spirits gat them home, <br>Nor visionary south, nor cloudy palm <br>Remote on heaven's hill, that has endured <br>As April's green endures; or will endure <br>Like her remembrance of awakened birds, <br>Or her desire for June and evening, tipped <br>By the consummation of the swallow's wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wallace+Stevens">Wallace Stevens</a><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=336696" data-title="Sunday Morning - IV de Wallace Stevens" data-description="She says, "I am content when wakened birds, /Before they fly, test the reality /Of misty fields, by their sweet questionings; /But when the birds are gone, and their warm fields /Return no more, where, then, is paradise?" /There is not any haunt o..."></div> </div> </div>

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