<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408335" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Valley</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said the yellow-haired Spirit of Spring<br>To the white-footed Spirit of Snow,<br>“On the wings of the tempest take wing,<br>And leave me the valleys, and go.”<br>And, straightway, the streams were unchained,<br>And the frost-fettered torrents broke free,<br>And the strength of the winter-wind waned<br>In the dawn of a light on the sea.<br>Then a morning-breeze followed and fell,<br>And the woods were alive and astir<br>With the pulse of a song in the dell,<br>And a whisper of day in the fir.<br>Swift rings of sweet water were rolled<br>Down the ways where the lily-leaves grew,<br>And the green, and the white, and the gold,<br>Were wedded with purple and blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the lips of the flower of the rose<br>Said, “where is the ending hereof?<br>Is it sweet with you, life, at the close?<br>Is it sad to be emptied of love?”<br>And the voice of the flower of the peach<br>Was tender and touching in tone,<br>“When each has been grafted on each,<br>It is sorrow to live on alone.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the leaves of the flower of the vine<br>Said, “what will there be in the day<br>When the reapers are red with my wine,<br>And the forests are yellow and grey?”<br>And the tremulous flower of the quince<br>Made answer, “three seasons ago<br>My sisters were star-like, but since,<br>Their graves have been made in the snow.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the whispering flower of the fern<br>Said, “who will be sad at the death,<br>When Summer blows over the burn,<br>With the fierceness of fire in her breath?”<br>And the mouth of the flower of the sedge<br>Was opened to murmur and sigh,<br>“Sweet wind-breaths that pause at the edge<br>Of the nightfall, and falter, and die.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</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=408335" data-title="In The Valley de Henry Kendall" data-description="Said the yellow-haired Spirit of Spring To the white-footed Spirit of Snow, “On the wings of the tempest take wing, And leave me the valleys, and go.” And, straightway, the streams were unchained, And the frost-fettered torrents broke free, An..."></div> </div> </div>

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