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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>October</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT is no joy to me to sit <br>On dreamy summer eves, <br>When silently the timid moon <br>Kisses the sleeping leaves, <br>And all things through the fair hushed earth <br>Love, rest--but nothing grieves. <br>Better I like old Autumn <br>With his hair tossed to and fro, <br>Firm striding o'er the stubble fields <br>When the equinoctials blow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When shrinkingly the sun creeps up <br>Through misty mornings cold, <br>And Robin on the orchard hedge <br>Sings cheerily and bold, <br>While the frosted plum <br>Drops downward on the mould;-- <br>And as he passes, Autumn <br>Into earth's lap does throw <br>Brown apples gay in a game of play, <br>As the equinoctials blow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the spent year its carol sinks <br>Into a humble psalm, <br>Asks no more for the pleasure draught, <br>But for the cup of balm, <br>And all its storms and sunshine bursts <br>Controls to one brave calm,-- <br>Then step by step walks Autumn, <br>With steady eyes that show <br>Nor grief nor fear, to the death of the year, <br>While the equinoctials blow.</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> <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=368554" data-title="October de Dinah Maria Mulock Craik" data-description="IT is no joy to me to sit On dreamy summer eves, When silently the timid moon Kisses the sleeping leaves, And all things through the fair hushed earth Love, rest--but nothing grieves. Better I like old Autumn With his hair tossed to and fro..."></div> </div> </div>
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