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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Beech Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MY beautiful beech, your smooth grey coat is trimmed<br>With letters. Once, each stood for all things dear<br>To foolish lovers, dead this many a year,<br>Whose lamp of lighted love so soon was dimmed.<br>You have seen them come and go,<br>And heard their kisses and vows<br>Under your boughs,<br>The pitiful vows they swore,<br>Have seen their poor tears flow,<br>Have seen them part; to meet, and to return, no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in old winters, through your branches bare,<br>The north wind drove the blue home-scented smoke<br>That on the glowing Christmas hearth awoke<br>Where the old logs, with eager flicker and flare,<br>Sang their low crackling song<br>Of peace and of good will.<br>The old song is still,<br>The old voices have died away,<br>The hearth has been cold so long,<br>And the bright faces dimmed and covered up with clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And summer after summer wakes to glow<br>The ordered pleasance with the clipped box-hedge,<br>The drooping lilac by the old moat's edge,<br>The roses, that throw you kisses from below,<br>The orchard pink and white,<br>The sedge's whispered words,<br>The nesting birds,<br>All these return to revel round your feet.<br>And in the untroubled night<br>The nightingale still sings, the jasmine still is sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My beautiful beech, I carve upon you here<br>The master-letter which begins her name<br>Through whom, to me, the royal summer came,<br>And nightingale and rose, and all things dear.<br>And, in some far-off time,<br>I shall come here, weary and old,<br>When the hearth in my heart is cold<br>And the birds that nest there flown;<br>I will remember this summer in all its prime<br>And say, 'There was a day--<br>Thank God, the Giver, an unforgotten day,<br>When I walked here, not alone,<br>--O God of pity and sorrow, not alone!'</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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With letters. Once, each stood for all things dear
To foolish lovers, dead this many a year,
Whose lamp of lighted love so soon was dimmed.
You have seen them come and go,
And heard their kisses..."></div>
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