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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343711" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Madonna of the Evening Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day long I have been working, <br>Now I am tired <br>I call: &quot;Where are you?&quot; <br>But there is only the oak-tree rustling in the wind. <br>The house is very quiet, <br>The sun shines in on your books, <br>On your scissors and thimble just put down, <br>But you are not there. <br>Suddenly I am lonely: <br>Where are you? I go about searching.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I see you, <br>Standing under a spire of pale blue larkspur, <br>With a basket of roses on your arm. <br>You are cool, like silver, <br>And you smile. <br>I think the Canterbury bells are playing little tunes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You tell me that the peonies need spraying, <br>That the columbines have overrun all bounds, <br>That the pyrus japonica should be cut back and rounded. <br>You tell me all these things. <br>But I look at you, heart of silver, <br>White heart-flame of polished silver, <br>Burning beneath the blue steeples of the larkspur, <br>And I long to kneel instantly at your feet, <br>While all about us peal the loud, sweet, Te Deums of the Canterbury bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q>
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Now I am tired 
I call: &quot;Where are you?&quot; 
But there is only the oak-tree rustling in the wind. 
The house is very quiet, 
The sun shines in on your books, 
On your scissors and thimble just put down, 
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