<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386686" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On A Tuft Of Grass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WEAK, slender blades of tender green,<br>With little fragrance, little sheen,<br>What maketh ye so dear to all?<br>Nor bud, nor flower, nor fruit have ye,<br>So tiny, it can only be<br>'Mongst fairies ye are counted tall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No beauty is in this,— ah, yea,<br>E'en as I gaze on you to-day,<br>Your hue and fragrance bear me back<br>Into the green, wide fields of old,<br>With clear, blue air, and manifold<br>Bright buds and flowers in blossoming track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All bent one way like flickering flame,<br>Each blade caught sunlight as it came,<br>Then rising, saddened into shade;<br>A changeful, wavy, harmless sea,<br>Whose billows none could bitterly<br>Reproach with wrecks that they had made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No gold ever was buried there<br>More rich, more precious, or more fair<br>Than buttercups with yellow gloss.<br>No ships of mighty forest trees<br>E'er foundered in these guiltless seas<br>Of grassy waves and tender moss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, no! ah, no! not guiltless still,<br>Green waves on meadow and on hill,<br>Not wholly innocent are ye;<br>For what dead hopes and loves, what graves,<br>Lie underneath your placid waves,<br>While breezes kiss them lovingly!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Calm sleepers with sealed eyes lie there;<br>They see not, neither feel nor care<br>If over them the grass be green.<br>And some sleep here who ne'er knew rest,<br>Until the grass grew o'er their breast,<br>And stilled the aching pain within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not all the sorrow man hath known,<br>Not all the evil he hath done,<br>Have ever cast thereon a stain.<br>It groweth green and fresh and light,<br>As in the olden garden bright,<br>Beneath the feet of Eve and Cain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It flutters, bows, and bends, and quivers,<br>And creeps through forests and by rivers,<br>Each blade with dewy brightness wet,<br>So soft, so quiet, and so fair,<br>We almost dream of sleeping there,<br>Without or sorrow or regret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</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=386686" data-title="On A Tuft Of Grass de Emma Lazarus" data-description="WEAK, slender blades of tender green, With little fragrance, little sheen, What maketh ye so dear to all? Nor bud, nor flower, nor fruit have ye, So tiny, it can only be 'Mongst fairies ye are counted tall. No beauty is in this,— ah, yea, E'en ..."></div> </div> </div>

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