<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Leaf And The Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When will you learn, myself, to be<br>a dying leaf on a living tree?<br>Budding, swelling, growing strong,<br>Wearing green, but not for long,<br>Drawing sustenance from air,<br>That other leaves, and you not there,<br>May bud, and at the autumn's call<br>Wearing russet, ready to fall?<br>Has not this trunk a deed to do<br>Unguessed by small and tremulous you?<br>Shall not these branches in the end<br>To wisdom and the truth ascend?<br>And the great lightning plunging by<br>Look sidewise with a golden eye<br>To glimpse a tree so tall and proud<br>It sheds its leaves upon a cloud?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, I think, is the heart's grief:<br>The tree, no mightier than the leaf,<br>Makes firm its root and spreads it crown<br>And stands; but in the end comes down.<br>That airy top no boy could climb</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is trodden in a little time<br>By cattle on their way to drink.<br>The fluttering thoughts a leaf can think,<br>That hears the wind and waits its turn,<br>Have taught it all a tree can learn.<br>Time can make soft that iron wood.<br>The tallest trunk that ever stood,<br>In time, without a dream to keep,<br>Crawls in beside the root to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</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=374671" data-title="The Leaf And The Tree de Edna St. Vincent Millay" data-description="When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, but not for long, Drawing sustenance from air, That other leaves, and you not there, May bud, and at the autumn's call Wearing russ..."></div> </div> </div>

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