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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thistle-down</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond a ridge of pine with russet tips <br>The west lifts to the sun her longing lips, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her blushes stain with gold and garnet dye <br>The shore, the river and the wide far sky; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like floods of wine the waters filter through <br>The reeds that brush our indolent canoe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I beach the bow where sands in shadows lie; <br>You hold my hand a space, then speak good-bye. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upwinds your pathway through the yellow plumes <br>Of goldenrod, profuse in August blooms, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And o'er its tossing sprays you toss a kiss; <br>A moment more, and I see only this-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The idle paddle you so lately held, <br>The empty bow your pliant wrist propelled, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some thistles purpling into violet, <br>Their blossoms with a thousand thorns afret, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And like a cobweb, shadowy and grey, <br>Far floats their down--far drifts my dream away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q>
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The west lifts to the sun her longing lips, 

Her blushes stain with gold and garnet dye 
The shore, the river and the wide far sky; 

Like floods of wine the waters filter through 
The reeds that brush our..."></div>
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