<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Brook</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seated once by a brook, watching a child<br>Chiefly that paddled, I was thus beguiled.<br>Mellow the blackbird sang and sharp the thrush<br>Not far off in oak and hazel brush,<br>Unseen. There was a scent like honeycomb<br>From mugwort dull. And down upon the dome<br>Of the stone the cart-horse kicks against so oft<br>A butterfly alighted. From aloft<br>He took the heat of the sun, and from below.<br>On the hot stone he perched contented so,<br>As if never a cart would pass again<br>That way; as if I were the last of men<br>And he the first of insects to have earth<br>And sun together and to know their worth.<br>I was divided between him and the gleam,<br>The motion, and the voices, of the stream,<br>The waters running frizzled over gravel,<br>That never vanish and for ever travel.<br>A grey flycatcher silent on a fence<br>And I sat as if we had been there since<br>The horseman and the horse lying beneath<br>The fir-tree-covered barrow on the heath,<br>The horseman and the horse with silver shoes,<br>Galloped the downs last. All that I could lose<br>I lost. And then the child's voice raised the dead.<br>'No one's been here before' was what she said<br>And what I felt, yet never should have found<br>A word for, while I gathered sight and sound.</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=381242" data-title="The Brook de Edward Thomas" data-description="Seated once by a brook, watching a child Chiefly that paddled, I was thus beguiled. Mellow the blackbird sang and sharp the thrush Not far off in oak and hazel brush, Unseen. There was a scent like honeycomb From mugwort dull. And down upon the do..."></div> </div> </div>

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