<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rooks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There where the rusty iron lies, <br>The rooks are cawing all the day. <br>Perhaps no man, until he dies, <br>Will understand them, what they say. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The evening makes the sky like clay. <br>The slow wind waits for night to rise. <br>The world is half content. But they </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still trouble all the trees with cries, <br>That know, and cannot put away, <br>The yearning to the soul that flies <br>From day to night, from night to day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Hamilton+Sorley">Charles Hamilton Sorley</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=354743" data-title="Rooks de Charles Hamilton Sorley" data-description="There where the rusty iron lies, The rooks are cawing all the day. Perhaps no man, until he dies, Will understand them, what they say. The evening makes the sky like clay. The slow wind waits for night to rise. The world is half content. Bu..."></div> </div> </div>

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