<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three Songs Of Shattering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first rose on my rose-tree<br> Budded, bloomed, and shattered,<br>During sad days when to me<br> Nothing mattered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grief of grief has drained me clean;<br> Still it seems a pity<br>No one saw,&mdash;it must have been<br> Very pretty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the little birds sing;<br> Let the little lambs play;<br>Spring is here; and so 'tis spring;&mdash;<br> But not in the old way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I recall a place<br> Where a plum-tree grew;<br>There you lifted up your face,<br> And blossoms covered you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If the little birds sing,<br> And the little lambs play,<br>Spring is here; and so 'tis spring&mdash;<br> But not in the old way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree!<br> Ere spring was going&mdash;ah, spring is gone!<br>And there comes no summer to the like of you and me,&mdash;<br> Blossom time is early, but no fruit sets on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree,<br> Browned at the edges, turned in a day;<br>And I would with all my heart they trimmed a mound for me,<br> And weeds were tall on all the paths that led that way!</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=374688" data-title="Three Songs Of Shattering de Edna St. Vincent Millay" data-description="I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,&mdash;it must have been Very pretty. II Let the little bi..."></div> </div> </div>

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