<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Strawberry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause <br>To reckon thee. I ask what cause <br>Set free so much of red from heats <br>At core of earth, and mixed such sweets <br>With sour and spice: what was that strength <br>Which out of darkness, length by length, <br>Spun all thy shining thread of vine, <br>Netting the fields in bond as thine. <br>I see thy tendrils drink by sips <br>From grass and clover's smiling lips; <br>I hear thy roots dig down for wells, <br>Tapping the meadow's hidden cells. <br>Whole generations of green things, <br>Descended from long lines of springs, <br>I see make room for thee to bide <br>A quiet comrade by their side; <br>I see the creeping peoples go <br>Mysterious journeys to and fro, <br>Treading to right and left of thee, <br>Doing thee homage wonderingly. <br>I see the wild bees as they fare, <br>Thy cups of honey drink, but spare. <br>I mark thee bathe and bathe again <br>In sweet unclaendared spring rain. <br>I watch how all May has of sun <br>Makes haste to have thy ripeness done, <br>While all her nights let dews escape <br>To set and cool thy perfect shape. <br>Ah, fruit of fruits, no more I pause <br>To dream and seek thy hidden laws! <br>I stretch my hand and dare to taste, <br>In instant of delicious waste <br>On single feast, all things that went <br>To make the empire thou hast spent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Hunt+Jackson">Helen Hunt Jackson</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=407896" data-title="My Strawberry de Helen Hunt Jackson" data-description="O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause To reckon thee. I ask what cause Set free so much of red from heats At core of earth, and mixed such sweets With sour and spice: what was that strength Which out of darkness, length by length, Spun all thy ..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black