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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391513" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Breathings Of Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou giv'st me flowers, thou giv'st me songs; bring back<br>The love that I have lost!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHAT wak'st thou, Spring? sweet voices in the woods,<br>And reed-like echoes, that have long been mute;<br>Thou bringest back, to fill the solitudes,<br>The lark's clear pipe, the cuckoo's viewless flute,<br>Whose tone seems breathing mournfulness or glee,<br>Ev'n as our hearts may be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the leaves greet thee, Spring! the joyous leaves,<br>Whose tremblings gladden many a copse and glade,<br>Where each young spray a rosy flush receives,<br>When thy south-wind hath pierced the whispery shade,<br>And happy murmurs, running thro' the grass,<br>Tell that thy footsteps pass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the bright waters they too hear thy call,<br>Spring, the awakener! thou hast burst their sleep!<br>Amidst the hollows of the rocks their fall<br>Makes melody, and in the forests deep,<br>Where sudden sparkles and blue gleams betray<br>Their windings to the day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And flowers the fairy-peopled world of flowers!<br>Thou from the dust hast set that glory free,<br>Colouring the cowslip with the sunny hours,<br>And pencilling the wood-anemone;<br>Silent they seem yet each to thoughtful eye<br>Glows with mute poesy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what awak'st thou in the heart, O Spring!<br>The human heart, with all its dreams and sighs?<br>Thou that giv'st back so many a buried thing,<br>Restorer of forgotten harmonies!<br>Fresh songs and scents break forth where'er thou art,<br>What wak'st thou in the heart? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too much, oh! there too much! we know not well<br>Wherefore it should be thus, yet rous'd by thee,<br>What fond, strange yearnings, from the soul's deep cell,<br>Gush for the faces we no more may see!<br>How are we haunted, in thy wind's low tone,<br>By voices that are gone! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Looks of familiar love, that never more,<br>Never on earth, our aching eyes shall meet,<br>Past words of welcome to our household door,<br>And vanish'd smiles, and sounds of parted feet<br>Spring! midst the murmurs of thy flowering trees,<br>Why, why reviv'st thou these? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vain longings for the dead! why come they back<br>With thy young birds, and leaves, and living blooms?<br>Oh! is it not, that from thine earthly track<br>Hope to thy world may look beyond the tombs?<br>Yes! gentle spring; no sorrow dims thine air,<br>Breath'd by our lov'd ones there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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WHAT wak'st thou, Spring? sweet voices in the woods,
And reed-like echoes, that have long been mute;
Thou bringest back, to fill the solitudes,
The lark's clear p..."></div>
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