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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397207" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For a Picture of St. Dorothea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bear a basket lined with grass;<br>I am so light, I am so fair, <br>That men must wonder as I pass <br>And at the basket that I bear, <br>Where in a newly-drawn green litter<br>Sweet flowers I carry,—sweets for bitter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lilies I shew you, lilies none, <br>None in Caesar’s gardens blow,— <br>And a quince in hand,—not one <br>Is set upon your boughs below;<br>Not set, because their buds not spring; <br>Spring not, ’cause world is wintering. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But these were found in the East and South <br>Where Winter is the clime forgot.— <br>The dewdrop on the larkspur’s mouth<br>O should it then be quench&grave;d not? <br>In starry water-meads they drew <br>These drops: which be they? stars or dew? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had she a quince in hand? Yet gaze: <br>Rather it is the sizing moon.<br>Lo, linkèd heavens with milky ways! <br>That was her larkspur row.—So soon? <br>Sphered so fast, sweet soul?—We see <br>Nor fruit, nor flowers, nor Dorothy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gerard+Manley+Hopkins">Gerard Manley Hopkins</a><div class=q>
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I am so light, I am so fair, 
That men must wonder as I pass 
And at the basket that I bear, 
Where in a newly-drawn green litter
Sweet flowers I carry,—sweets for bitter. 

Lilies I shew you, lilies none, 
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