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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373965" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Kentish Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE is a grey-walled garden, far away <br>From noise and smoke of cities, where the hours <br>Pass with soft wings among the happy flowers, <br>And lovely leisure blossoms every day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There, tall and white, the sceptral lily blows; <br>There grow the pansy, pink, and columbine, <br>Brave hollyhocks, and star-white jessamine, <br>And the red glory of the royal rose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There greeny glow-worms gem the dusky lawn, <br>The lime-trees breathe their fragrance to the night, <br>Pink roses sleep, and dream that they are white, <br>Until they wake to colour with the dawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There, in the splendour of the sultry noon, <br>The sunshine sleeps upon the garden bed <br>Where the white poppy droops a drowsy head <br>And dreams of kisses from the white full moon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And there, some days, all wild with wind and rain, <br>The tossed trees show the white side of their leaves, <br>While the great drops drip from the ivied eaves, <br>And birds are still--till the sun shines again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And there, all days, my heart goes wandering, <br>Because there, first, my heart began to know <br>The glories of the summer and the snow, <br>The loveliness of harvest and of spring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There may be fairer gardens; but I know <br>There is no other garden half so dear; <br>Because 'tis there, this many, many a year, <br>The sacred, sweet, white flowers of memory grow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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From noise and smoke of cities, where the hours 
Pass with soft wings among the happy flowers, 
And lovely leisure blossoms every day. 


There, tall and white, the sceptral lily blows; 
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