<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409402" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Children</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to me, O ye children!<br> For I hear you at your play,<br>And the questions that perplexed me<br> Have vanished quite away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye open the eastern windows,<br> That look towards the sun,<br>Where thoughts are singing swallows<br> And the brooks of morning run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,<br> In your thoughts the brooklet's flow,<br>But in mine is the wind of Autumn<br> And the first fall of the snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! what would the world be to us<br> If the children were no more?<br>We should dread the desert behind us<br> Worse than the dark before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What the leaves are to the forest,<br> With light and air for food,<br>Ere their sweet and tender juices<br> Have been hardened into wood, --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That to the world are children;<br> Through them it feels the glow<br>Of a brighter and sunnier climate<br> Than reaches the trunks below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to me, O ye children!<br> And whisper in my ear<br>What the birds and the winds are singing<br> In your sunny atmosphere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For what are all our contrivings,<br> And the wisdom of our books,<br>When compared with your caresses,<br> And the gladness of your looks?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye are better than all the ballads<br> That ever were sung or said;<br>For ye are living poems,<br> And all the rest are dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</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=409402" data-title="Children de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows And the brooks of morning run. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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