<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356123" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Paradise: In A Symbol</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Golden-winged, silver-winged,<br>Winged with flashing flame,<br>Such a flight of birds I saw,<br>Birds without a name:<br>Singing songs in their own tongue<br>(Song of songs) they came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One to another calling,<br>Each answering each,<br>One to another calling<br>In their proper speech: <br>High above my head they wheeled,<br>Far out of reach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On wings of flame they went and came<br>With a cadenced clang,<br>Their silver wings tinkled,<br>Their golden wings rang,<br>The wind it whistled through their wings<br>Where in Heaven they sang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They flashed and they darted<br>Awhile before mine eyes, <br>Mounting, mounting, mounting still<br>In haste to scale the skies—<br>Birds without a nest on earth,<br>Birds of Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the moon riseth not,<br>Nor sun seeks the west,<br>There to sing their glory<br>Which they sing at rest,<br>There to sing their love-song<br>When they sing their best: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not in any garden<br>That mortal foot hath trod,<br>Not in any flowering tree<br>That springs from earthly sod,<br>But in the garden where they dwell,<br>The Paradise of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</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=356123" data-title="Paradise: In A Symbol de Christina Georgina Rossetti" data-description="Golden-winged, silver-winged, Winged with flashing flame, Such a flight of birds I saw, Birds without a name: Singing songs in their own tongue (Song of songs) they came. One to another calling, Each answering each, One to another calling In thei..."></div> </div> </div>

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