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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song of Sherwood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?<br>Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,<br>Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,<br>Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves<br>Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering through the leaves,<br>Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,<br>In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June:<br>All the wings of fairyland were here beneath the moon,<br>Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist<br>Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Merry, merry England is waking as of old,<br>With eyes of blither hazel and hair of brighter gold:<br>For Robin Hood is here again beneath the bursting spray<br>In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is in the greenwood building him a house<br>Of wild rose and hawthorn and honeysuckle boughs:<br>Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies,<br>And Marian is waiting with a glory in her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! The dazzled laverock climbs the golden steep!<br>Marian is waiting: is Robin Hood asleep?<br>Round the fairy grass-rings frolic elf and fay,<br>In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oberon, Oberon, rake away the gold,<br>Rake away the red leaves, roll away the mould,<br>Rake away the gold leaves, roll away the red,<br>And wake Will Scarlett from his leafy forest bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friar Tuck and Little John are riding down together<br>With quarter-staff and drinking-can and grey goose-feather.<br>The dead are coming back again, the years are rolled away<br>In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Softly over Sherwood the south wind blows.<br>All the heart of England his in every rose<br>Hears across the greenwood the sunny whisper leap,<br>Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark, the voice of England wakes him as of old<br>And, shattering the silence with a cry of brighter gold<br>Bugles in the greenwood echo from the steep,<br>Sherwood in the red dawn, is Robin Hood asleep?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the deer are gliding down the shadowy glen<br>All across the glades of fern he calls his merry men--<br>Doublets of the Lincoln green glancing through the May<br>In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Calls them and they answer: from aisles of oak and ash<br>Rings the Follow! Follow! and the boughs begin to crash,<br>The ferns begin to flutter and the flowers begin to fly,<br>And through the crimson dawning the robber band goes by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Robin! Robin! Robin! All his merry thieves<br>Answer as the bugle-note shivers through the leaves,<br>Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,<br>In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Noyes">Alfred Noyes</a><div class=q>
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Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.

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