<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Winter's Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winter comes; I walk alone, <br>I want no bird to sing; <br>To those who keep their hearts their own <br>The winter is the spring. <br>No flowers to please--no bees to hum-- <br>The coming spring's already come. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never want the Christmas rose <br>To come before its time; <br>The seasons, each as God bestows, <br>Are simple and sublime. <br>I love to see the snowstorm hing; <br>'Tis but the winter garb of spring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never want the grass to bloom: <br>The snowstorm's best in white. <br>I love to see the tempest come <br>And love its piercing light. <br>The dazzled eyes that love to cling <br>O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love the snow, the crumpling snow <br>That hangs on everything, <br>It covers everything below <br>Like white dove's brooding wing, <br>A landscape to the aching sight, <br>A vast expanse of dazzling light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the foliage of the woods <br>That winters bring--the dress, <br>White Easter of the year in bud, <br>That makes the winter Spring. <br>The frost and snow his posies bring, <br>Nature's white spurts of the spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</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=419543" data-title="The Winter's Spring de John Clare" data-description="The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own The winter is the spring. No flowers to please--no bees to hum-- The coming spring's already come. I never want the Christmas rose To come bef..."></div> </div> </div>

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