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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342180" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Winter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Golden and white in the garden walk,<br>Chrysanthemums gather their bravest show,<br>‘Mid withered blossom and wilted stalk<br>Where never a rosebud dares to blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For winter is coming icy and stern<br>And the grasses rank in the paddocks hold<br>No plumy rushes or waving fern,<br>No buttercup treasures of fairy gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on the bough of the peach-tree bare<br>‘Neath the curtained window open thrown,<br>All in the chill and frosty air<br>A little brown bird is singing alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing on little bird, for the sky grows red<br>And the night wind is rising cold and chill,<br>And Death is coming with footsteps dread<br>To the farmhouse under the lonely hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the mountain and down by the creek,<br>Stirring the rushes with icy breath,<br>Waileth the wind in the tree-tops bleak-<br>Rustling of wings of the angel of Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing on little bird from thy throbbing throat<br>She smiles to hear on her bed of pain;<br>When thou triest in summer they fuller note<br>No more will she listen and smile again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing of the land where the roses bloom<br>In the glorious summer that lasts for aye;<br>Tell to the soul so near the tomb<br>What our trembling lips cannot bear to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can we tell her of brighter skies<br>When faith seems failing and hope is fled?<br>God pity us all when the chill earth lies<br>Over the face of our darling dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alice+Guerin+Crist">Alice Guerin Crist</a><div class=q>
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Chrysanthemums gather their bravest show,
‘Mid withered blossom and wilted stalk
Where never a rosebud dares to blow.

For winter is coming icy and stern
And the grasses rank in the paddocks hold
No plumy rus..."></div>
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