<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390833" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Autumn Treasure-Trove</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis the time of the year's sundown, and flame<br>Hangs on the maple bough;<br>And June is the faded flower of a name;<br>The thin hedge hides not a singer now.<br>Yet rich am I; for my treasures be<br>The gold afloat in my willow-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet morn on the hillside dripping with dew,<br>Girded with blue and pearl,<br>Counts the leaves afloat in the streamlet too;<br>As the love-lorn heart of a wistful girl,<br>She sings while her soul brooding tearfully<br>Sees a dream of gold in the willow-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day pure white and saffron at eve,<br>Clouds awaiting the sun<br>Turn them at length to ghosts that leave<br>When the moon's white path is slowly run<br>Till the morning comes, and with joy for me<br>O'er my gold agleam in the willow-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lilacs that blew on the breast of May<br>Are an old and lost delight;<br>And the rose lies ruined in his careless way<br>As the wind turns the poplars underwhite,<br>Yet richer am I for the autumn; see<br>All my misty gold in the willow-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</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=390833" data-title="An Autumn Treasure-Trove de Eugene Field" data-description="'Tis the time of the year's sundown, and flame Hangs on the maple bough; And June is the faded flower of a name; The thin hedge hides not a singer now. Yet rich am I; for my treasures be The gold afloat in my willow-tree. Sweet morn on the hillsi..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black