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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Champion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young and a conqueror, once on a day,<br>Wild white Winter rode out this way;<br>With his sword of ice and his banner of snow<br>Vanquished the Summer and laid her low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Winter was young then, young and strong;<br>Now he is old, he has reigned too long.<br>He shall be routed, he shall be slain;<br>Summer shall come to her own again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the champion of Summer wake<br>Little armies in field and brake:<br>'Cruel and cold has King Winter been;<br>Fight for the Summer, fight for the Queen!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First the aconite dots the mould<br>With little round cannon-balls of gold;<br>Then, to help in the winter's rout,<br>Regiments of crocuses march out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the swords of the flag-leaves shine;<br>See the shield of the celandine,<br>And daffodil lances green and keen,<br>To fight for the Summer, fight for the Queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silver triumphant the snowdrop swings<br>Banners that mock at defeated kings;<br>And wherever the green of the new grass peers,<br>See the array of victorious spears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daffodil trumpets soon shall sound<br>Over the garden's battle-ground,<br>And lovely ladies crowd out to see<br>The long procession of victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little daisies with snowy frills,<br>Courtly tulips and sweet jonquils,<br>Primrose and cowslip, friends well met<br>With white wood-sorrel and violet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hundreds of milkmaids by field and fold;<br>Thousands of buttercups licked with gold;<br>Budding hedges and woods and trees -<br>Spring brings freedom and life to these.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the triumphant Spring shall ride<br>Over the happy countryside;<br>Deep in the woods the birds shall sing:<br>'The King is dead--long live the King!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Spring is no king, but a faithful knight;<br>He will ride on through the meadows bright<br>Till at Summer's feet he shall light him down<br>And lay at her feet the royal crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She will lean down where the roses twine<br>Between the may-trees' silver shine,<br>And look in the eyes of the dying knight<br>Who led his army and won her fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She will stoop to his lips and say,<br>'Oh, live, O love! O my true love, stay!'<br>While he smiles and sighs her arms between<br>And dies for the Summer, dies for the Queen.</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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Wild white Winter rode out this way;
With his sword of ice and his banner of snow
Vanquished the Summer and laid her low.

Winter was young then, young and strong;
Now he is old, he has reigned too long.
He sh..."></div>
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