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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342062" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seven Years Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SEVEN white roses on one tree,<br>Seven white loaves of blameless leaven,<br>Seven white sails on one soft sea,<br>Seven white swans on one lake’s lee,<br>Seven white flowerlike stars in heaven,<br>All are types unmeet to be<br>For a birthday’s crown of seven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not the radiance of the roses,<br>Not the blessing of the bread,<br>Not the breeze that ere day grows is<br>Fresh for sails and swans, and closes<br>Wings above the sun’s grave spread,<br>When the starshine on the snows is<br>Sweet as sleep on sorrow shed,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing sweetest, nothing best,<br>Holds so good and sweet a treasure<br>As the love wherewith once blest<br>Joy grows holy, grief takes rest,<br>Life, half tired with hours to measure,<br>Fills his eyes and lips and breast<br>With most light and breath of pleasure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the rapture unpolluted,<br>As the passion undefiled,<br>By whose force all pains heart-rooted<br>Are transfigured and transmuted,<br>Recompensed and reconciled,<br>Through the imperial, undisputed,<br>Present godhead of a child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brown bright eyes and fair bright head,<br>Worth a worthier crown than this is,<br>Worth a worthier song instead,<br>Sweet grave wise round mouth, full fed<br>With the joy of love, whose bliss is<br>More than mortal wine and bread,<br>Lips whose words are sweet as kisses,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little hands so glad of giving,<br>Little heart so glad of love,<br>Little soul so glad of living,<br>While the strong swift hours are weaving<br>Light with darkness woven above,<br>Time for mirth and time for grieving,<br>Plume of raven and plume of dove,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can give you but a word<br>Warm with love therein for leaven,<br>But a song that falls unheard<br>Yet on ears of sense unstirred<br>Yet by song so far from heaven,<br>Whence you came the brightest bird,<br>Seven years since, of seven times seven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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SEVEN white roses on one tree,
Seven white loaves of blameless leaven,
Seven white sails on one soft sea,
Seven white swans on one lake’s lee,
Seven white flowerlike stars in heaven,
All are types unmeet to be
For a birthday’s crown of sev..."></div>
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