<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343208" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Village Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To E.M.S.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Here, where your garden fenced about and still is,<br>Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet<br>With mixed delight of lavender and lilies,<br>Dreaming I linger in the noontide heat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of many summers are the trees recorders,<br>The turf a carpet many summers wove;<br>Old-fashioned blossoms cluster in the borders,<br>Love-in-a-mist and crimson-hearted clove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All breathes of peace and sunshine in the present,<br>All tells of bygone peace and bygone sun,<br>Of fruitful years accomplished, budding, crescent,<br>Of gentle seasons passing one by one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fain would I bide, but ever in the distance<br>A ceaseless voice is sounding clear and low;--<br>The city calls me with her old persistence,<br>The city calls me--I arise and go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of gentler souls this fragrant peace is guerdon;<br>For me, the roar and hurry of the town,<br>Wherein more lightly seems to press the burden<br>Of individual life that weighs me down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I leave your garden to the happier comers<br>For whom its silent sweets are anodyne.<br>Shall I return? Who knows, in other summers<br>The peace my spirit longs for may be mine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Levy">Amy Levy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343208" data-title="The Village Garden de Amy Levy" data-description="To E.M.S. Here, where your garden fenced about and still is, Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet With mixed delight of lavender and lilies, Dreaming I linger in the noontide heat. Of many summers are the trees recorders, The turf a carp..."></div> </div> </div>

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