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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355102" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Juventus Mundi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">List a tale a fairy sent us<br>Fresh from dear Mundi Juventus.<br>When Love and all the world was young,<br>And birds conversed as well as sung;<br>And men still faced this fair creation<br>With humour, heart, imagination.<br>Who come hither from Morocco<br>Every spring on the sirocco?<br>In russet she, and he in yellow,<br>Singing ever clear and mellow,<br>'Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet you, sweet you,<br>Did he beat you? Did he beat you?'<br>Phyllopneustes wise folk call them,<br>But don't know what did befall them,<br>Why they ever thought of coming<br>All that way to hear gnats humming,<br>Why they built not nests but houses,<br>Like the bumble-bees and mousies.<br>Nor how little birds got wings,<br>Nor what 'tis the small cock sings-<br>How should they know-stupid fogies?<br>They daren't even believe in bogies.<br>Once they were a girl and boy,<br>Each the other's life and joy.<br>He a Daphnis, she a Chloe,<br>Only they were brown, not snowy,<br>Till an Arab found them playing<br>Far beyond the Atlas straying,<br>Tied the helpless things together,<br>Drove them in the burning weather,<br>In his slave-gang many a league,<br>Till they dropped from wild fatigue.<br>Up he caught his whip of hide,<br>Lashed each soft brown back and side<br>Till their little brains were burst<br>With sharp pain, and heat, and thirst,<br>Over her the poor boy lay,<br>Tried to keep the blows away,<br>Till they stiffened into clay,<br>And the ruffian rode away:<br>Swooping o'er the tainted ground,<br>Carrion vultures gathered round,<br>And the gaunt hyenas ran<br>Tracking up the caravan.<br>But-ah, wonder! that was gone<br>Which they meant to feast upon.<br>And, for each, a yellow wren,<br>One a cock, and one a hen,<br>Sweetly warbling, flitted forth<br>O'er the desert toward the north.<br>But a shade of bygone sorrow,<br>Like a dream upon the morrow,<br>Round his tiny brainlet clinging,<br>Sets the wee cock ever singing,<br>'Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet you, sweet you,<br>Did he beat you? Did he beat you?'<br>Vultures croaked, and hopped, and flopped,<br>But their evening meal was stopped.<br>And the gaunt hyenas foul<br>Sat down on their tails to howl.<br>Northward towards the cool spring weather,<br>Those two wrens fled on together,<br>On to England o'er the sea,<br>Where all folks alike are free.<br>There they built a cabin, wattled<br>Like the huts where first they prattled,<br>Hatched and fed, as safe as may be,<br>Many a tiny feathered baby.<br>But in autumn south they go<br>Past the Straits and Atlas' snow,<br>Over desert, over mountain,<br>To the palms beside the fountain,<br>Where, when once they lived before, he<br>Told her first the old, old story.<br>'What do the doves say? Curuck Coo,<br>You love me and I love you.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>1872.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Kingsley">Charles Kingsley</a><div class=q>
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Fresh from dear Mundi Juventus.
When Love and all the world was young,
And birds conversed as well as sung;
And men still faced this fair creation
With humour, heart, imagination.
Who come hither from Morocco
Every spri..."></div>
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