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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357620" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In A Forest Garden: A Promise of Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring surely must be near. High over head<br>The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;<br>And here, this morning, is the picture spread<br>That I have learned to love the best of all.<br>I hear Flame Robin call<br>His early love-song. Winter's might is sped;<br>And young crows now begin to fleck with red<br> This great green, living wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Picture of promise, that I count the best<br>Of many a fair familiar Bushland scene;<br>Lifting o'er all, the far mount's sunlit crest<br>Looks down where silver wattles lightly screen<br> Blue smoke, that peeps between<br>Their tall tops, from some settler's hidden nest <br>Looks down on golden wattles closely pressed<br> To blackwood's luscious green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the dovecote, mirrored in the pond,<br>A veil diaphanous of drifting mist<br>Makes many a nimbus for grey gums beyond<br>Whose gaunt, grey limbs a mountain sun has kissed<br> To palest amethyst.<br>Now, stepping very daintily, with fond,<br>Soft cooings, fantails on the lawn respond,<br>To Spring, the amorist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the deep forest, on the clean crisp air,<br>The bushman's axe-blows echo sharply clear;<br>A soft cloud's tattered fleece drifts idly where<br>Glows azure hope. Impatient to appear<br> Springs now full many a spear<br>Of marching daffodils. Shorn of cold care,<br>The joyous bush birds vie with flutings rare.<br> Spring surely must be near.</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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The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;
And here, this morning, is the picture spread
That I have learned to love the best of all.
I hear Flame Robin call
His early love-song. Winter's might is sped;
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