<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420407" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Talk not of sad November, when a day<br>Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon,<br>And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June,<br>Stirs the brown grasses and the leafless spray. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the unfrosted pool the pillared pines<br>Lay their long shafts of shadow: the small rill,<br>Singing a pleasant song of summer still,<br>A line of silver, down the hill-slope shines. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hushed the bird-voices and the hum of bees,<br>In the thin grass the crickets pipe no more;<br>But still the squirrel hoards his winter store,<br>And drops his nut-shells from the shag-bark trees. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Softly the dark green hemlocks whisper: high<br>Above, the spires of yellowing larches show,<br>Where the woodpecker and home-loving crow<br>And jay and nut-hatch winter’s threat defy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O gracious beauty, ever new and old!<br>O sights and sounds of nature, doubly dear<br>When the low sunshine warns the closing year<br>Of snow-blown fields and waves of Arctic cold! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close to my heart I fold each lovely thing<br>The sweet day yields; and, not disconsolate,<br>With the calm patience of the woods I wait<br>For leaf and blossom when God gives us Spring!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</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=420407" data-title="A Day de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="Talk not of sad November, when a day Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon, And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June, Stirs the brown grasses and the leafless spray. On the unfrosted pool the pillared pines Lay their long shafts of sha..."></div> </div> </div>

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