<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Change In Recurrence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood at the gate of the cot<br>Where my darling, with side-glance demure,<br>Would spy, on her trim garden-plot,<br>The busy wild things chase and lure.<br>For these with their ways were her feast;<br>They had surety no enemy lurked.<br>Their deftest of tricks to their least<br>She gathered in watch as she worked.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When berries were red on her ash,<br>The blackbird would rifle them rough,<br>Till the ground underneath looked a gash,<br>And her rogue grew the round of a chough.<br>The squirrel cocked ear o'er his hoop,<br>Up the spruce, quick as eye, trailing brush.<br>She knew any tit of the troop<br>All as well as the snail-tapping thrush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gazed: 'twas the scene of the frame,<br>With the face, the dear life for me, fled.<br>No window a lute to my name,<br>No watcher there plying the thread.<br>But the blackbird hung peeking at will;<br>The squirrel from cone hopped to cone;<br>The thrush had a snail in his bill,<br>And tap-tapped the shell hard on a stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</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=396721" data-title="Change In Recurrence de George Meredith" data-description="I I stood at the gate of the cot Where my darling, with side-glance demure, Would spy, on her trim garden-plot, The busy wild things chase and lure. For these with their ways were her feast; They had surety no enemy lurked. Their deftest of trick..."></div> </div> </div>

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