<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343739" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Roads</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know a country laced with roads, <br>They join the hills and they span the brooks, <br>They weave like a shuttle between broad fields, <br>And slide discreetly through hidden nooks. <br>They are canopied like a Persian dome <br>And carpeted with orient dyes. <br>They are myriad-voiced, and musical, <br>And scented with happiest memories. <br>O Winding roads that I know so well, <br>Every twist and turn, every hollow and hill! <br>They are set in my heart to a pulsing tune <br>Gay as a honey-bee humming in June. <br>'T is the rhythmic beat of a horse's feet <br>And the pattering paws of a sheep-dog bitch; <br>'T is the creaking trees, and the singing breeze, <br>And the rustle of leaves in the road-side ditch. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cow in a meadow shakes her bell <br>And the notes cut sharp through the autumn air, <br>Each chattering brook bears a fleet of leaves <br>Their cargo the rainbow, and just now where <br>The sun splashed bright on the road ahead <br>A startled rabbit quivered and fled. <br>O Uphill roads and roads that dip down! <br>You curl your sun-spattered length along, <br>And your march is beaten into a song <br>By the softly ringing hoofs of a horse <br>And the panting breath of the dogs I love. <br>The pageant of Autumn follows its course <br>And the blue sky of Autumn laughs above. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the song and the country become as one, <br>I see it as music, I hear it as light; <br>Prismatic and shimmering, trembling to tone, <br>The land of desire, my soul's delight. <br>And always it beats in my listening ears <br>With the gentle thud of a horse's stride, <br>With the swift-falling steps of many dogs, <br>Following, following at my side. <br>O Roads that journey to fairyland! <br>Radiant highways whose vistas gleam, <br>Leading me on, under crimson leaves, <br>To the opaline gates of the Castles of Dream.</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> <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=343739" data-title="Roads de Amy Lowell" data-description="I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a shuttle between broad fields, And slide discreetly through hidden nooks. They are canopied like a Persian dome And carpeted with orient dyes. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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