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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First Thrush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though leaves have fallen long since,<br>The wagtails flirt and flit,<br>Glad in the morning sun;<br>While, on the knotted quince,<br>The dewdrops, pearled on it,<br>Bead to a little run. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft as a breathing air<br>There came a lovely sound<br>Out of the branches bare;<br>So rich it was, and round,<br>Sense stood, in listening bound,<br>Stilled to its sweetness there!<br>It was the thrush's note,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That seemed as though his heart<br>On some loved thing did dote;<br>As though he yearned apart,<br>Knowing some hidden smart,<br>Pain in the long sweet rote.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, as the spider hung<br>Grey-breasted 'gainst the brown<br>Skin of the quince, he sung<br>A song that o'er the town,<br>Rose up as though to crown<br>The tree-tops whence it sprung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, it seems to me,<br>That long full breath he drew,<br>Like perfume shed on air,<br>Still dwells within the tree,<br>Though long ago he flew,<br>And left it naked there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dame+Mary+Gilmore">Dame Mary Gilmore</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=360279" data-title="The First Thrush de Dame Mary Gilmore" data-description="Though leaves have fallen long since, The wagtails flirt and flit, Glad in the morning sun; While, on the knotted quince, The dewdrops, pearled on it, Bead to a little run. . . . Soft as a breathing air There came a lovely sound Out of the branch..."></div> </div> </div>
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