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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tardy Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the North wind ceases,<br>The warm South-west awakes;<br>Swift fly the fleeces,<br>Thick the blossom-flakes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now hill to hill has made the stride,<br>And distance waves the without end:<br>Now in the breast a door flings wide;<br>Our farthest smiles, our next is friend.<br>And song of England's rush of flowers<br>Is this full breeze with mellow stops,<br>That spins the lark for shine, for showers;<br>He drinks his hurried flight, and drops.<br>The stir in memory seem these things,<br>Which out of moistened turf and clay<br>Astrain for light push patient rings,<br>Or leap to find the waterway.<br>'Tis equal to a wonder done,<br>Whatever simple lives renew<br>Their tricks beneath the father sun,<br>As though they caught a broken clue;<br>So hard was earth an eyewink back:<br>But now the common life has come,<br>The blotting cloud a dappled pack,<br>The grasses one vast underhum.<br>A City clothed in snow and soot,<br>With lamps for day in ghostly rows,<br>Breaks to the scene of hosts afoot,<br>The river that reflective flows:<br>And there did fog down crypts of street<br>Play spectre upon eye and mouth:-<br>Their faces are a glass to greet<br>This magic of the whirl for South.<br>A burly joy each creature swells<br>With sound of its own hungry quest;<br>Earth has to fill her empty wells,<br>And speed the service of the nest;<br>The phantom of the snow-wreath melt,<br>That haunts the farmer's look abroad,<br>Who sees what tomb a white night built,<br>Where flocks now bleat and sprouts the clod.<br>For iron Winter held her firm;<br>Across her sky he laid his hand;<br>And bird he starved, he stiffened worm;<br>A sightless heaven, a shaven land.<br>Her shivering Spring feigned fast asleep,<br>The bitten buds dared not unfold:<br>We raced on roads and ice to keep<br>Thought of the girl we love from cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now the North wind ceases,<br>The warm South-west awakes,<br>The heavens are out in fleeces,<br>And earth's green banner shakes.</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>
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The warm South-west awakes;
Swift fly the fleeces,
Thick the blossom-flakes.

Now hill to hill has made the stride,
And distance waves the without end:
Now in the breast a door flings wide;
Our farthest smiles, our next ..."></div>
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