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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374209" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Promise Of Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">JUST a whisper, half-heard, <br>But our heart knows the word; <br>Caresses that seem <br>Like love's lips in a dream; <br>Yet we know she is here, <br>The desirèd, the dear, <br>The love of the year! <br>In the murmur of boughs, <br>In the softening of skies, <br>In the sun on the house, <br>In the daffodil's green <br>(Half an inch, half-unseen <br>Mid the mournful brown mould <br>Where the rotten leaf lies) <br>Her story is told. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O Spring, darling Spring, <br>O sweet days of blue weather <br>The thrushes shall sing, <br>Fields shall grow green again, <br>Daisies be seen again, <br>Hedges grow white; <br>Then down the lane, <br>Grown leafy again, <br>Shall go lovers together-- <br>Lovers who see again <br>Sunshine and showers, <br>Perfume and flowers, <br>Dewy dear hours, <br>Dream and delight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Warm shall nests be again, <br>Winter's behind us; <br>Springtime shall find us, <br>Taking our hands, <br>Lead us away from the cold and the snow, <br>Into the green world where primroses grow. <br>Winter, hard winter, forgotten, forgiven; <br>All the old pain paid, to seventy times seven, <br>All the new glory a-glow. <br>Love, when Spring calls, will you still turn away? <br>Winter has wooed you in vain, and shall May? <br>Love, when Spring calls, will you go?</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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But our heart knows the word; 
Caresses that seem 
Like love's lips in a dream; 
Yet we know she is here, 
The desirèd, the dear, 
The love of the year! 
In the murmur of boughs, 
In the softening of skies, 
In the su..."></div>
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