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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383950" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Deserted Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I mind me in the days departed,<br>How often underneath the sun<br>With childish bounds I used to run<br> To a garden long deserted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beds and walks were vanished quite;<br>And wheresoe'er had struck the spade,<br>The greenest grasses Nature laid<br> To sanctify her right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I called the place my wilderness,<br>For no one entered there but I;<br>The sheep looked in, the grass to espy,<br> And passed it ne'ertheless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trees were interwoven wild,<br>And spread their boughs enough about<br>To keep both sheep and shepherd out,<br> But not a happy child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adventurous joy it was for me!<br>I crept beneath the boughs, and found<br>A circle smooth of mossy ground<br> Beneath a poplar tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old garden rose-trees hedged it in,<br>Bedropt with roses waxen-white<br>Well satisfied with dew and light<br> And careless to be seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long years ago it might befall,<br>When all the garden flowers were trim,<br>The grave old gardener prided him<br> On these the most of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some lady, stately overmuch,<br>Here moving with a silken noise,<br>Has blushed beside them at the voice<br> That likened her to such.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And these, to make a diadem,<br>She often may have plucked and twined,<br>Half-smiling as it came to mind<br> That few would look at them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, little thought that lady proud,<br>A child would watch her fair white rose,<br>When buried lay her whiter brows,<br> And silk was changed for shroud!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor thought that gardener, (full of scorns<br>For men unlearned and simple phrase,)<br>A child would bring it all its praise<br> By creeping through the thorns!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me upon my low moss seat,<br>Though never a dream the roses sent<br>Of science or love's compliment,<br> I ween they smelt as sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It did not move my grief to see<br>The trace of human step departed:<br>Because the garden was deserted,<br> The blither place for me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friends, blame me not! a narrow ken<br>Has childhood 'twixt the sun and sward;<br>We draw the moral afterward,<br> We feel the gladness then.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And gladdest hours for me did glide<br>In silence at the rose-tree wall:<br>A thrush made gladness musical<br> Upon the other side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor he nor I did e'er incline<br>To peck or pluck the blossoms white;<br>How should I know but roses might<br> Lead lives as glad as mine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To make my hermit-home complete,<br>I brought dear water from the spring<br>Praised in its own low murmuring,<br> And cresses glossy wet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, I thought, my likeness grew<br>(Without the melancholy tale)<br>To 'Gentle Hermit of the Dale,'<br> And Angelina too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For oft I read within my nook<br>Such minstrel stories; till the breeze<br>Made sounds poetic in the trees,<br> And then I shut the book.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I shut this wherein I write<br>I hear no more the wind athwart<br>Those trees, nor feel that childish heart<br> Delighting in delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My childhood from my life is parted,<br>My footstep from the moss which drew<br>Its fairy circle round: anew<br> The garden is deserted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another thrush may there rehearse<br>The madrigals which sweetest are;<br>No more for me! myself afar<br> Do sing a sadder verse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me, ah me! when erst I lay<br>In that child's-nest so greenly wrought,<br>I laughed unto myself and thought<br> 'The time will pass away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still I laughed, and did not fear<br>But that, whene'er was past away<br>The childish time, some happier play<br> My womanhood would cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew the time would pass away,<br>And yet, beside the rose-tree wall,<br>Dear God, how seldom, if at all,<br> Did I look up to pray!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time is past; and now that grows<br>The cypress high among the trees,<br>And I behold white sepulchres<br> As well as the white rose, --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When graver, meeker thoughts are given,<br>And I have learnt to lift my face,<br>Reminded how earth's greenest place<br> The color draws from heaven, --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It something saith for earthly pain,<br>But more for Heavenly promise free,<br>That I who was, would shrink to be<br> That happy child again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a><div class=q>
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How often underneath the sun
With childish bounds I used to run
 To a garden long deserted.

The beds and walks were vanished quite;
And wheresoe'er had struck the spade,
The greenest grasses Nature laid
 To sanctif..."></div>
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