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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357437" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Autumn Interlude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said goodbye to the bees last Friday week,<br>To blooms, and to things like these, for Winter bleak<br>Was shouting loud from the hills, and flinging high<br>His gossamer net that fills frail Autumn's sky.<br>So I said goodbye to the bees; for I knew that soon<br>I should bask no more 'neath the trees on some high noon<br>And hark to the drowsy hum close overhead.<br>For the cold and rain must come, now Summer's dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I wallowed a while in woe and wooed unease;<br>And I rather liked it so; for it seemed to please<br>Some clamoring inner urge - some need apart,<br>And I felt self-pity surge, here, in my heart<br>As I said goodbye to the bees, my tireless friends<br>Who toil mid the flowers and the trees till daylight ends <br>Who toil in the sun, yet seem to find no irk,<br>While I loll in the shade and dream; for I do love work.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, fate and the falling leaf! How dear is woe.<br>How subtly sweet is grief (Synthetic). So<br>I said goodbye to the bees; and then I wrote<br>This crown of threhodies, while in my throat<br>I choked back many a sob and salt tears spent.<br>But I felt I'd done my job, and was content.<br>For I'd penned my piece to the bees - the poet's tosh<br>Of the Autumn's drear unease. Ah, me! Oh, gosh!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said goodbye to the bees last Friday week....<br>Then the tempest shook the trees, the swollen creek<br>Went thundering down to the plain, the wind shrieked past,<br>And the cold, and the wet, wet rain were here at last....<br>Then, a hot sun, scorning rules, shone forth, alack!<br>And those blundering, blithering fools, the bees came back,<br>Humming a song inance in the rain-washed trees. . . .<br>Now it's all to do again. . . . Oh, blast the bees!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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To blooms, and to things like these, for Winter bleak
Was shouting loud from the hills, and flinging high
His gossamer net that fills frail Autumn's sky.
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