<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee<br>That goes forth through the summer day and sings,<br>And gathers honey from all growing things<br>In garden plot, or on the clover lea.<br>When the long afternoon grows late, and she<br>Would seek her hive, she cannot lift her wings,<br>So heavily the too sweet burden clings,<br>From which she would not, and yet would, fly free.<br>So with my full fond heart; for when it tries<br>To lift itself to peace-crowned heights, above<br>The common way where countless feet have trod.<br>Lo! then, this burden of dear human ties,<br>This growing weight of precious earthly love,<br>Binds down the spirit that would soar to God.</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=384579" data-title="Sonnet de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee That goes forth through the summer day and sings, And gathers honey from all growing things In garden plot, or on the clover lea. When the long afternoon grows late, and she Would seek her hive, she cann..."></div> </div> </div>

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