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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341828" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>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 it 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 hid 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. 

Robin Hood is here again: all his m..."></div>
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