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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393441" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Youth By The Brook</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside the brook the boy reclined<br> And wove his flowery wreath,<br> And to the waves the wreath consigned--<br> The waves that danced beneath.<br> "So fleet mine hours," he sighed, "away<br> Like waves that restless flow:<br> And so my flowers of youth decay<br> Like those that float below."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Ask not why I, alone on earth,<br> Am sad in life's young time;<br> To all the rest are hope and mirth<br> When spring renews its prime.<br> Alas! the music Nature makes,<br> In thousand songs of gladness--<br> While charming all around me, wakes<br> My heavy heart to sadness."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Ah! vain to me the joys that break<br> From spring, voluptuous are;<br> For only one 't is mine to seek--<br> The near, yet ever far!<br> I stretch my arms, that shadow-shape<br> In fond embrace to hold;<br> Still doth the shade the clasp escape--<br> The heart is unconsoled!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Come forth, fair friend, come forth below,<br> And leave thy lofty hall,<br> The fairest flowers the spring can know<br> In thy dear lap shall fall!<br> Clear glides the brook in silver rolled,<br> Sweet carols fill the air;<br> The meanest hut hath space to hold<br> A happy loving pair!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</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=393441" data-title="The Youth By The Brook de Friedrich Schiller" data-description="Beside the brook the boy reclined And wove his flowery wreath, And to the waves the wreath consigned-- The waves that danced beneath. "So fleet mine hours," he sighed, "away Like waves that restless flow: And so my flowers of ..."></div> </div> </div>
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