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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Flower Of A Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OLD friend, that with a pale and pensile grace <br>Climbest the lush hedgerows, art thou back again, <br>Marking the slow round of the wond'rous years? <br>Didst beckon me a moment, silent flower? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent? As silent is the archangel's pen <br>That day by day writes our life chronicle, <br>And turns the page,--the half-forgotten page, <br>Which all eternity will never blot. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgotten? No, we never do forget: <br>We let the years go: eash then clean with tears, <br>Leave them to bleach, out in the open day, <br>Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes, <br>Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,-- <br>But we forget not, never can forget. <br>Flower, thou and I a moment face to face-- <br>My face as clear as thine, this July noon <br>Shining on both, on bee and butterfly <br>And golden geetle creeping in the sun-- <br>Will pause, and,lifting up, page after page, <br>The many-colored history of life, <br>Look backwards, backwards. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, the volume close! <br>This July day, with the sun high in heaven, <br>And the whole earth rejoicing,--let it close. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think we need not sigh, complain, nor rave; <br>Nor blush,--our doings and misdoing all <br>Being more 'gainst heaven than man, heaven them does keep <br>With all its doings and undoings strange <br>Concerning us.--Ah, let the volume close: <br>I would not alter in it one poor line. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dainty flower, my innocent white flower <br>With such a pure smile looking up to heaven, <br>With such a bright smile looking down on me-- <br>(Nothing but smiles,--as if in all the world <br>Were no such things as thunder-storms or frosts, <br>Or broken petals trampled on the ground, <br>Or shivering leaveswhirled in the wintry air <br>Like ghosts of last years joys--my pretty flower, <br>I'll pluck thee--smiling too. Not one salt drop <br>Shall stain thee:--if these foolish eyes are dim, <br>That they behold such beauty and such peace, <br>Such wisdom and such sweetness, in God's world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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Climbest the lush hedgerows, art thou back again, 
Marking the slow round of the wond'rous years? 
Didst beckon me a moment, silent flower? 

Silent? As silent is the archangel's pen 
That day by day..."></div>
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