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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373508" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fern Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs<br>About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,<br>The night above the dingle starry,<br>Time let me hail and climb<br>Golden in the heydays of his eyes,<br>And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns<br>And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves<br>Trail with daisies and barley<br>Down the rivers of the windfall light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns<br>About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,<br>In the sun that is young once only,<br>Time let me play and be<br>Golden in the mercy of his means,<br>And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves<br>Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and<br>cold,<br>And the sabbath rang slowly<br>In the pebbles of the holy streams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay<br>Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was<br>air<br>And playing, lovely and watery<br>And fire green as grass.<br>And nightly under the simple stars<br>As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,<br>All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the<br>nightjars<br>Flying with the ricks, and the horses<br>Flashing into the dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white<br>With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all<br>Shining, it was Adam and maiden,<br>The sky gathered again<br>And the sun grew round that very day.<br>So it must have been after the birth of the simple light<br>In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking<br>warm<br>Out of the whinnying green stable<br>On to the fields of praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house<br>Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,<br>In the sun born over and over,<br>I ran my heedless ways,<br>My wishes raced through the house high hay<br>And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows<br>In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs<br>Before the children green and golden<br>Follow him out of grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would<br>take me<br>Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,<br>In the moon that is always rising,<br>Nor that riding to sleep<br>I should hear him fly with the high fields<br>And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.<br>Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,<br>Time held me green and dying<br>Though I sang in my chains like the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dylan+Thomas">Dylan Thomas</a><div class=q>
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About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of..."></div>
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