<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some day, I think, there will be people enough<br>In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries<br>Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight<br>Broad lane where now September hides herself<br>In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse.<br>To-day, where yesterday a hundred sheep<br>Were nibbling, halcyon bells shake to the sway<br>Of waters that no vessel ever sailed ...<br>It is a kind of spring: the chaffinch tries<br>His song. For heat it is like summer too.<br>This might be winter's quiet. While the glint<br>Of hollies dark in the swollen hedges lasts -<br>One mile - and those bells ring, little I know<br>Or heed if time be still the same, until<br>The lane ends and once more all is the same.</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=381256" data-title="The Lane de Edward Thomas" data-description="Some day, I think, there will be people enough In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight Broad lane where now September hides herself In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse. To-day, where ..."></div> </div> </div>

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