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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392002" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Daisy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the thistle lifts a purple crown <br>Six foot out of the turf, <br>And the harebell shakes on the windy hill-- <br>O breath of the distant surf!-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hills look over on the South, <br>And southward dreams the sea; <br>And with the sea-breeze hand in hand <br>Came innocence and she. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where 'mid the gorse the raspberry <br>Red for the gatherer springs; <br>Two children did we stray and talk <br>Wise, idle, childish things. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She listened with big-lipped surprise, <br>Breast-deep 'mid flower and spine: <br>Her skin was like a grape whose veins <br>Run snow instead of wine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knew not those sweet words she spake, <br>Nor knew her own sweet way; <br>But there's never a bird, so sweet a song <br>Thronged in whose throat all day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, there were flowers in Storrington <br>On the turf and on the spray; <br>But the sweetest flower on Sussex hills <br>Was the Daisy-flower that day! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her beauty smoothed earth's furrowed face. <br>She gave me tokens three:-- <br>A look, a word of her winsome mouth, <br>And a wild raspberry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A berry red, a guileless look, <br>A still word,--strings of sand! <br>And yet they made my wild, wild heart <br>Fly down to her little hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For standing artless as the air, <br>And candid as the skies, <br>She took the berries with her hand, <br>And the love with her sweet eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fairest things have fleetest end, <br>Their scent survives their close: <br>But the rose's scent is bitterness <br>To him that loved the rose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looked a little wistfully, <br>Then went her sunshine way-- <br>The sea's eye had a mist on it, <br>And the leaves fell from the day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She went her unremembering way, <br>She went and left in me <br>The pang of all he partings gone, <br>And partings yet to be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She left me marvelling why my soul <br>Was sad that she was glad; <br>At all the sadness in the sweet, <br>The sweetness in the sad. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, still I seemed to see her, still <br>Look up with soft replies, <br>And take the berries with her hand, <br>And the love with her lovely eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing begins, and nothing ends, <br>That is not paid with moan, <br>For we are born in other's pain, <br>And perish in our own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q>
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Six foot out of the turf, 
And the harebell shakes on the windy hill-- 
O breath of the distant surf!-- 

The hills look over on the South, 
And southward dreams the sea; 
And with the sea-breeze hand in han..."></div>
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