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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Passing Of Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring came out of the woodland chase,<br>With her violet eyes and her primrose face,<br>With an iris scarf for her sole apparel,<br>And a voice as blithe as a blackbird's carol.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As she flitted by garth and slipped through glade,<br>Her light limbs winnowed the wind, and made<br>The gold of the pollened palm to float<br>On her budding bosom and dimpled throat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, brushing the nut-sweet gorse, she sped<br>Where the runnel lisps in its reedy bed,<br>O'er shepherded pasture and crested fallow,<br>And buskined her thigh with strips of sallow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the marigold marsh she paused to twist<br>The gold-green coils round her blue-veined wrist,<br>And out of the water-bed scooped the cresses,<br>And frolicked them round her braidless tresses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She passed by the hazel dell, and lifted<br>The coverlet fern where the snow had drifted,<br>To see if it there still lingered on,<br>Then shook the catkins, and laughed, `'Tis gone!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the crimson tips of the wintry brake<br>She peeped, and shouted, `Awake! Awake!'<br>And over the hill and down the hollow<br>She called, `I have come. So follow, follow!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the windflower looked through the crumbling mould,<br>And the celandine opened its eyes of gold,<br>And the primrose sallied from chestnut shade,<br>And carried the common and stormed the glade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In sheltered orchard and windy heath<br>The dauntless daffodils slipped their sheath,<br>And, glittering close in clump and cluster,<br>Dared norland tempests to blow and bluster.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round crouching cottage and soaring castle<br>The larch unravelled its bright-green tassel;<br>In scrub and hedgerow the blackthorn flowered,<br>And laughed at the May for a lagging coward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, tenderly ringing old Winter's knell,<br>The hyacinth swung its soundless bell,<br>And over and under and through and through<br>The copses there shimmered a sea of blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a sunny shadow of cloudlet fleeting,<br>Spring skimmed the pastures where lambs were bleating;<br>Along with them gambolled by bole and mound,<br>And raced and chased with them round and round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the cuckoo she called, `Why lag you now?<br>The woodpecker nests in the rotten bough;<br>The song-thrush pipes to his brooding mate,<br>And the thistlefinch pairs: you alone are late.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then over the seasonless sea he came,<br>And jocundly answered her, name for name,<br>And, falsely flitting from copse to cover,<br>Made musical mock of the jilted lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But with him there came the faithful bird<br>That lives with the stars, and is nightly heard<br>When the husht babe dimples the mother's breast,<br>And Spring said, sighing, `I love you best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`For sweet is the sorrow that sobs in song<br>When Love is stronger than Death is strong,<br>And the vanished Past a more living thing<br>Than the fleeting voice and the fickle wing.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the meadows grew golden, the lawns grew white,<br>And the poet-lark sang himself out of sight;<br>And English maidens and English lanes<br>Were serenaded by endless strains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hawthorn put on her bridal veil,<br>And milk splashed foaming in pan and pail;<br>The swain and his sweeting met and kissed,<br>And the air and the sky were amethyst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">`Now scythes are whetted and roses blow,'<br>Spring, carolling, said; `It is time to go.'<br>And though we called to her, `Stay! O stay!'<br>She smiled through a rainbow, and passed away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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With an iris scarf for her sole apparel,
And a voice as blithe as a blackbird's carol.

As she flitted by garth and slipped through glade,
Her light limbs winnowed ..."></div>
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