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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Timber</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, <br>Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, <br>Pass'd o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, <br>Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still a new succession sings and flies; <br>Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot <br>Towards the old and still enduring skies, <br>While the low violet thrives at their root. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou beneath the sad and heavy line <br>Of death, doth waste all senseless, cold, and dark;<br>Where not so much as dreams of light may shine, <br>Nor any thought of greenness, leaf, or bark. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet—as if some deep hate and dissent, <br>Bred in thy growth betwixt high winds and thee, <br>Were still alive—thou dost great storms resent <br>Before they come, and know'st how near they be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Else all at rest thou liest, and the fierce breath <br>Of tempests can no more disturb thy ease; <br>But this thy strange resentment after death <br>Means only those who broke—in life—thy peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Vaughan">Henry Vaughan</a><div class=q>
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Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, 
Pass'd o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, 
Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. 

And still a new succession sings and flies; 
Fr..."></div>
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