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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wild Rose And The Snowdrop</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Snowdrop is the prophet of the flowers; <br>It lives and dies upon its bed of snows; <br>And like a thought of spring it comes and goes, <br>Hanging its head beside our leafless bowers. <br>The sun's betrothing kiss it never knows, <br>Nor all the glowing joy of golden showers; <br>But ever in a placid, pure repose, <br>More like a spirit with its look serene, <br>Droops its pale cheek veined thro' with infant green. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen of her sisters is the sweet Wild Rose, <br>Sprung from the earnest sun and ripe young June; <br>The year's own darling and the Summer's Queen! <br>Lustrous as the new-throned crescent moon. <br>Much of that early prophet look she shows, <br>Mixed with her fair espoused blush which glows, <br>As if the ethereal fairy blood were seen; <br>Like a soft evening over sunset snows, <br>Half twilight violet shade, half crimson sheen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twin-born are both in beauteousness, most fair <br>In all that glads the eye and charms the air; <br>In all that wakes emotions in the mind <br>And sows sweet sympathies for human kind. <br>Twin-born, albeit their seasons are apart, <br>They bloom together in the thoughtful heart; <br>Fair symbols of the marvels of our state, <br>Mute speakers of the oracles of fate! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For each, fulfilling nature's law, fulfils <br>Itself and its own aspirations pure; <br>Living and dying; letting faith ensure <br>New life when deathless Spring shall touch the hills. <br>Each perfect in its place; and each content <br>With that perfection which its being meant: <br>Divided not by months that intervene, <br>But linked by all the flowers that bud between. <br>Forever smiling thro' its season brief, <br>The one in glory and the one in grief: <br>Forever painting to our museful sight, <br>How lowlihead and loveliness unite. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born from the first blind yearning of the earth <br>To be a mother and give happy birth, <br>Ere yet the northern sun such rapture brings, <br>Lo, from her virgin breast the Snowdrop springs; <br>And ere the snows have melted from the grass, <br>And not a strip of greensward doth appear, <br>Save the faint prophecy its cheeks declare, <br>Alone, unkissed, unloved, behold it pass! <br>While in the ripe enthronement of the year, <br>Whispering the breeze, and wedding the rich air <br>With her so sweet, delicious bridal breath, - <br>Odorous and exquisite beyond compare, <br>And starr'd with dews upon her forehead clear, <br>Fresh-hearted as a Maiden Queen should be <br>Who takes the land's devotion as her fee, - <br>The Wild Rose blooms, all summer for her dower, <br>Nature's most beautiful and perfect flower.</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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It lives and dies upon its bed of snows; 
And like a thought of spring it comes and goes, 
Hanging its head beside our leafless bowers. 
The sun's betrothing kiss it never knows, 
Nor all the glowing jo..."></div>
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