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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Years Had Worn Their Season's Belt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years had worn their seasons' belt,<br>From bud to rosy prime,<br>Since Nellie by the larch-pole knelt<br>And helped the hop to climb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most diligent of teachers then,<br>But now with all to learn,<br>She breathed beyond a thought of men,<br>Though formed to make men burn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dwelt where 'twixt low-beaten thorns<br>Two mill-blades, like a snail,<br>Enormous, with inquiring horns,<br>Looked down on half the vale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You know the grey of dew on grass<br>Ere with the young sun fired,<br>And you know well the thirst one has<br>For the coming and desired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quick in our ring she leapt, and gave<br>Her hand to left, to right.<br>No claim on her had any, save<br>To feed the joy of sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For man and maid a laughing word<br>She tossed, in notes as clear<br>As when the February bird<br>Sings out that Spring is near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of what befell behind that scone,<br>Let none who knows reveal.<br>In ballad days she might have been<br>A heroine rousing steel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On us did she bestow the hour,<br>And fixed it firm in thought;<br>Her spirit like a meadow flower<br>That gives, and asks for nought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She seemed to make the sunlight stay<br>And show her in its pride.<br>O she was fair as a beech in May<br>With the sun on the yonder side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was more life than breath can give,<br>In the looks in her fair form;<br>For little can we say we live<br>Until the heart is warm.</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=396951" data-title="The Years Had Worn Their Season's Belt de George Meredith" data-description="The years had worn their seasons' belt, From bud to rosy prime, Since Nellie by the larch-pole knelt And helped the hop to climb. Most diligent of teachers then, But now with all to learn, She breathed beyond a thought of men, Though formed to ma..."></div> </div> </div>
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