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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Milestones</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gay balloons and coloured streamers,<br>Gliding figures, footsteps light,<br>Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidens<br>Jazzing gaily through the night.<br>Music quaint and queer and catchy,<br>Lilting cadence of the band,<br>‘Tis a scene of harmless frolic.<br>Youth and pleasure hand in hand.<br>Laughter, frank and merry hearted,<br>Careless banter – burst of song-<br>“While the red, red robin<br>Goes bob-bob-bobbin’<br>Goes bob-bob-bobbin’ along!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Small Miss Anne is sitting, dreaming<br>In the vine-clad window-seat<br>Listening to the lilting music,<br>To the trip of dancing feet,<br>But her vision sees a ballroom<br>Where the swaying lanterns glow<br>Over maidens in flowing muslins,<br>Courteous gallants bowing low.<br>Hear the cooing flutes and violins,<br>‘Tis a waltz song sweet and old-<br>“Glide along, oh river,<br>Where the willows quiver,<br>Glide along for ever<br>O’er thy sands of gold.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, the cruel, gleaming river<br>That can sweep young lives away,<br>Gone, long gone the youthful lover,<br>Closed the boyish eyes of grey.<br>But the old heart-wound is throbbing<br>As she dreams, with cheeks aglow,<br>Of a dew-drenched, fragrant garden<br>Where the river breezes blow<br>Over beds of phlox and pansy,<br>Waxen jasmine, while and cold-<br>“There amid the gloaming<br>Lover true are roaming<br>Hand in hand in Love’s dreamland,<br>Where fond hearts ne’er grow old.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft and clear the rippling music<br>Steals into a chamber nigh<br>Where the dear Old Irish grandma<br>Waits her summons from on High,<br>Ready for the great adventure<br>Is her gently child-like soul,<br>For the grand old Faith upholds her,<br>And her life’s long simple scroll<br>Is a screed of shining whiteness;<br>But just now her old eyes glow<br>As, like dancing, flickering turf-fires,<br>Long-lost memories come and go-<br>‘When the boys began to gather<br>In the glen of a summer night,<br>And the Kerry pipers tuning<br>Made us long with a wild delight.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the horns of elf-land blowing,<br>Rings the distant pipers’ tune,<br>Laughter gay of lads and colleens<br>Underneath the harvest moon.<br>To the “wind that shook the barley”<br>Tripped their glancing footsteps fleet,<br>Ah! Did you dance light, dear Grandma<br>On the hearts beneath your feet?<br>On the daisy spangled greensward<br>‘Neath the hawthorn hedge abloom-<br>“Ah! The days of Kerry dancing<br>Oh! The lilt of the pipers’ tune.</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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Gliding figures, footsteps light,
Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidens
Jazzing gaily through the night.
Music quaint and queer and catchy,
Lilting cadence of the band,
‘Tis a scene of harmless frolic.
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