<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418978" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Old Picture</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE are times when a dream delicious <br>Steals into a musing hour, <br>Like a face with love capricious <br>That peeps from a woodland bower; <br>And one dear scene comes changeless; <br>A wooded hill and a river; <br>A deep, cool bend, where the lilies end, <br>And the elm-tree shadows quiver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I lie on the brink there, dreaming<br>That the life I live is a dream; <br>That the real is but the seeming,<br>And the true is the sun-flecked stream. <br>Beneath me, the perch and the bream sail past <br>In the dim cool depths of the river; <br>The struggling fly breaks the mirrored sky <br>And the elm-tree shadows quiver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are voices of children away on the hill;<br>There are bees thro' the flag-flowers humming; <br>The lighter-man calls to the lock, and the mill <br>On the farther side is drumming. <br>And I sink to sleep in my dream of a dream, <br>In the grass by the brink of a river, <br>Where the voices blend and the lilies end <br>And the elm-tree shadows quiver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a gift from the past is the kindly dream,<br>For the sorrow and passion and pain <br>Are adrift like the leaves on the breast of the stream, <br>And the child-life comes again. <br>O, the sweet sweet pain of a joy that died— <br>Of a pain that is joy forever! <br>O, the life that died in the stormy tide <br>That was once my sun-flecked river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</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=418978" data-title="An Old Picture de John Boyle O'Reilly" data-description="THERE are times when a dream delicious Steals into a musing hour, Like a face with love capricious That peeps from a woodland bower; And one dear scene comes changeless; A wooded hill and a river; A deep, cool bend, where the lilies end, An..."></div> </div> </div>

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