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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=349928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Summer Mood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BUT wait. Let each by each the days pass by,<br>One faded and one blown like summer flowers;<br>What need of hope, with summer in the sky?<br>What of regret, with all fair morrows ours?<br>If yesterday be gone,No reck, 'twas not alone,<br>To-morrow will have just so sweet long hours.<br>But yet to-day is sweetest till 'tis flown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wait. Let summer day be changed from day,<br>Like following surges of the ebb and flow;<br>And flow brings breath of saltness and blithe spray,<br>And ebb long music of seas plashing low. <br>The waves, stolen out of reach<br>,Have no farewell for speech;<br>Next tide will roll as swift, as rippling go.<br>And yet 'tis now that's best along the beach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah wait. The while we linger our lives live,<br>Our summer ripens purpose through our dreams;<br>Flower-petals fallen leave a seed to thrive,<br>Spent tides heap treasures from the deep sea streams;<br>Now drifts by unaware,<br>And Afterwards is heir;<br>To-morrow wins the wealth of yester gleams.<br>Yet 'tis to-day that summer makes most fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Augusta+Davies+Webster">Augusta Davies Webster</a><div class=q>
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One faded and one blown like summer flowers;
What need of hope, with summer in the sky?
What of regret, with all fair morrows ours?
If yesterday be gone,No reck, 'twas not alone,
To-morrow will have jus..."></div>
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