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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flower-Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think that, next to your sweet eyes,<br>And pleasant books, and starry skies,<br> I love the world of flowers;<br>Less for their beauty of a day,<br>Than for the tender things they say,<br>And for a creed I've held alway,<br> That they are sentient powers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be matter for a smile --<br>And I laugh secretly the while<br> I speak the fancy out --<br>But that they love, and that they woo,<br>And that they often marry too,<br>And do as noisier creatures do,<br> I've not the faintest doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, I cannot deem it right<br>To take them from the glad sunlight,<br> As I have sometimes dared;<br>Though not without an anxious sigh<br>Lest this should break some gentle tie,<br>Some covenant of friendship, I<br> Had better far have spared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when, in wild or thoughtless hours,<br>My hand hath crushed the tiniest flowers,<br> I ne'er could shut from sight<br>The corpses of the tender things,<br>With other drear imaginings,<br>And little angel-flowers with wings<br> Would haunt me through the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! say you, friend, the creed is fraught<br>With sad, and even with painful thought,<br> Nor could you bear to know<br>That such capacities belong<br>To creatures helpless against wrong,<br>At once too weak to fly the strong<br> Or front the feeblest foe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So be it always, then, with you;<br>So be it -- whether false or true --<br> I press my faith on none;<br>If other fancies please you more,<br>The flowers shall blossom as before,<br>Dear as the Sibyl-leaves of yore,<br> But senseless, every one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, though I give you no reply,<br>It were not hard to justify<br> My creed to partial ears;<br>But, conscious of the cruel part,<br>My rhymes would flow with faltering art,<br>I could not plead against your heart,<br> Nor reason with your tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</a><div class=q>
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And pleasant books, and starry skies,
 I love the world of flowers;
Less for their beauty of a day,
Than for the tender things they say,
And for a creed I've held alway,
 That they are sentient powers.

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