<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Perished</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I called to the summer sun, <br>“Come over the hills to-day! <br> Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run, <br>And kiss the snow-drifts and melt them away.”<br> And the sun came over – a tardy lover –<br> And unlocked the river, and told it to glide, <br> And kissed the snow-drift till it fainted and died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I called to the robin, “Come back! <br>Come up from the south and sing! ”<br> And robin sailed up on an airy track, <br>And smoothed down his feathers and oiled his wing.<br> And the notes came gushing, gurgling, rushing, <br> In trills and quavers, clear, mellow, and strong, <br> Till the glad air quivered and rang with song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I said to the orchard, “Blow! ”<br>I said to the meadow, “Bloom! ”<br> And the trees stood white, like brides in a row, <br>And the breeze was laden with rare perfume.<br> And over the meadows, in lights and shadows, <br> The daisies white and violets blue, <br> And yellow-haired buttercups blossomed and grew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I called to a hope, that died<br>With the death of the flowers and grass, <br> “Come back! For the river is free to glide –<br>The robin sings, and the daisies bloom.” Alas! <br> For the hope I cherished too rudely perished<br> To ever awaken and live again, <br>Though a hundred summers creep over the plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</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=384537" data-title="Perished de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="I called to the summer sun, “Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run, And kiss the snow-drifts and melt them away.” And the sun came over – a tardy lover – And unlocked the river, and told it to glide, A..."></div> </div> </div>

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