<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aspens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day and night, save winter, every weather,<br>Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, <br>The aspens at the cross-roads talk together<br>Of rain, until their last leaves fall from the top.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the blacksmith's cavern comes the ringing<br>Of hammer, shoe and anvil; out of the inn<br>The clink, the hum, the roar, the random singing -<br>The sounds that for these fifty years have been. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whisper of the aspens is not drowned, <br>And over lightless pane and footless road, <br>Empty as sky, with every other sound<br>No ceasing, calls their ghosts from their abode,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A silent smithy, a silent inn, nor fails<br>In the bare moonlight or the thick-furred gloom, <br>In the tempest or the night of nightingales, <br>To turn the cross-roads to a ghostly room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it would be the same were no house near. <br>Over all sorts of weather, men, and times, <br>Aspens must shake their leaves and men may hear<br>But need not listen, more than to my rhymes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever wind blows, while they and I have leaves<br>We cannot other than an aspen be<br>That ceaselessly, unreasonably grieves, <br>Or so men think who like a different tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Thomas">Edward Thomas</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=381192" data-title="Aspens de Edward Thomas" data-description="All day and night, save winter, every weather, Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, The aspens at the cross-roads talk together Of rain, until their last leaves fall from the top. Out of the blacksmith's cavern comes the ringing Of hammer, sh..."></div> </div> </div>

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