<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Question and answer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE CHILD</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father! Within the forest's bound<br>No bird I found,<br>No sound of song the woods around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FATHER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bird that glad his song us gave,<br>Flies o'er the wave;<br>Perhaps he there will find his grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE CHILD</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But why does he not wait till later?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FATHER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He goes where light and warmth are greater</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE CHILD</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father! It selfish seems to me,<br>Far off to flee,<br>When all we others here must be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FATHER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With new-born spring comes new-born song;<br>By instinct strong<br>The better new he'll bring erelong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE CHILD</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if in death the cold waves swallow-?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FATHER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Others will come; his kin will follow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bj%C3%B8rnstjerne+Bj%C3%B8rnson">Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson</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=351402" data-title="Question and answer de Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson" data-description="THE CHILD Father! Within the forest's bound No bird I found, No sound of song the woods around. THE FATHER The bird that glad his song us gave, Flies o'er the wave; Perhaps he there will find his grave. THE CHILD But why does he not wait ti..."></div> </div> </div>

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