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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Foolish Elm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bold young Autumn came riding along<br>One day where an elm-tree grew.<br>'You are fair,' he said, as she bent down her head,<br>'Too fair for your robe's dull hue.<br>You are far too young for a garb so old;<br>Your beauty needs color and sheen.<br>Oh, I would clothe you in scarlet and gold<br>Befitting the grace of a queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'For one little kiss on your lips, sweet elm,<br>For one little kiss, no more,<br>I would give you, I swear, a robe more fair<br>Than ever a princess wore.<br>One little kiss on those lips, my pet,<br>And lo! you shall stand, I say,<br>Queen of the forest, and, better yet,<br>Queen of my heart alway.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She tossed her head, but he took the kiss-<br>'Tis the way of lovers bold-<br>And a gorgeous dress for that sweet caress<br>He gave ere the morning was old.<br>For a week and a day she ruled a queen<br>In beauty and splendid attire;<br>For a week and a day she was loved, I ween,<br>With the love that is born of desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then bold-eyed Autumn went on his way<br>In search of a tree more fair;<br>And mob winds tattered her garments and scattered<br>Her finery here and there.<br>Poor and faded and ragged and cold<br>She rocked in her wild distress,<br>And longed for the dull green gown she had sold<br>For her fickle lover's caress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And the days went by and Winter came,<br>And his tyrannous tempests beat<br>On the shivering tree, whose robes of flame<br>He had trampled under his feet.<br>I saw her reach up to the mocking skies<br>Her poor arms, bare and thin;<br>Ah, well-a-day! it is ever the way<br>With a woman who trades with sin.</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>
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One day where an elm-tree grew.
'You are fair,' he said, as she bent down her head,
'Too fair for your robe's dull hue.
You are far too young for a garb so old;
Your beauty needs color and sheen.
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