<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OUR boat has drifted with the stream <br>That stirs the river's full sweet bosom <br>And now she stays where gold flags gleam <br>By meadow-sweet's pale foam of blossom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sedge-warblers sing the sun the song <br>The nightingale sings to the shadows; <br>Forget-me-nots grow all along <br>The fringes of the happy meadows. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>See the wet lilies' golden beads! <br>The river-nymphs for necklace string them, <br>And in the sighing of the reeds <br>You hear the song their lovers sing them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Gold sun, blue air, green shimmering leaves, <br>The weir's old song--the wood's old story-- <br>Such spells the enchanting Summer weaves <br>She holds me in a web of glory. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And you--with head against my arm <br>And subtle wiles that seek to hold me-- <br>Not even you can add a charm <br>To the sweet sorceries that enfold me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet lean there still! The hour is ours; <br>If we should move the charm might shiver <br>And joyless sun and scentless flowers <br>Might mock a disenchanted river.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374214" data-title="The Spell de Edith Nesbit" data-description="OUR boat has drifted with the stream That stirs the river's full sweet bosom And now she stays where gold flags gleam By meadow-sweet's pale foam of blossom. Sedge-warblers sing the sun the song The nightingale sings to the shadows; Forget..."></div> </div> </div>

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