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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>August</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LEAVE me alone, for August's sleepy charm <br>Is on me, and I will not break the spell; <br>My head is on the mighty Mother's arm: <br>I will not ask if life goes ill or well. <br>There is no world!--I do not care to know <br>Whence aught has come, nor whither it shall go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I want to wander over pastures still, <br>Where sheared white sheep and mild-eyed cattle graze; <br>To climb the thymy, clover-covered hill, <br>To look down on the valley's hot blue haze; <br>And on the short brown turf for hours to lie <br>Gazing straight up into the clear, deep sky, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I want to walk through crisp gold harvest fields, <br>Through meadows yellowed by the August heat; <br>To loiter through the cool dim wood, that yields <br>Such perfect flowers and quiet so complete-- <br>The happy woods, where every bud and leaf <br>Is full of dreams as life is full of grief. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I want to think no more of all the pain <br>That in the city thrives, a poison flower-- <br>The eternal loss, the never-coming gain, <br>The lifelong woe--the joy that lives an hour, <br>Bright, evanescent as the dew that dawn <br>Shows on this silent, wood-encircled lawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I want to pull the honey-bud that twines <br>About the blackberries and gold-leaf sloes; <br>To part the boughs where the rare water shines, <br>Tread the soft bank whereby the bulrush grows-- <br>I want to be no more myself, but be <br>Made one with all the beauty that I see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, happy country, myriad voiced and dear, <br>I have no heart, no eyes, except for you; <br>Yours are the only voices I will hear, <br>Yours is the only bidding I will do: <br>You bid me be at peace, and let alone <br>That loud, rough world where peace is never known. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet through your voices comes a sterner cry, <br>A voice I cannot silence if I would; <br>It mars the song the lark sings to the sky, <br>It breaks the changeful music of the wood. <br>'Back to your post--a charge you have to keep-- <br>Freedom is bleeding while her soldiers sleep.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, heart of mine I have to carry here, <br>Will you not let me rest a little while?-- <br>A space 'mid doubtful fight and doubtful fear-- <br>A little space to see the Mother's smile, <br>To stretch my hands out to her, and possess <br>No sense of aught but of her loveliness? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah, just this power to feel how she is fair <br>Means just the power to see how foul life is. <br>How can I linger in the sacred air <br>And taste the pure wine of the dear sun's kiss <br>When in the outer dark my brothers moan, <br>Nor even guess the joys that I have known? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Back the least soldier goes! To jar and fret, <br>To hope uncrowned--faith tried--love wounded sore-- <br>To prayers that never have been answered yet, <br>To dreams that must be dreams for evermore; <br>To all that, after all, is far more dear <br>Than all the joys of all the changing year.</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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Is on me, and I will not break the spell; 
My head is on the mighty Mother's arm: 
I will not ask if life goes ill or well. 
There is no world!--I do not care to know 
Whence aught has come, nor whither i..."></div>
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