<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, while the loom of Winter weaves<br>The shroud of flowers and fountains,<br>I think of thee and summer eves<br>Among the Northern mountains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thunder tolled the twilight's close,<br>And winds the lake were rude on,<br>And thou wert singing, _Ca' the Yowes_,<br>The bonny yowes of Cluden!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, close and closer, hushing breath,<br>Our circle narrowed round thee,<br>And smiles and tears made up the wreath<br>Wherewith our silence crowned thee;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, strangers all, we felt the ties<br>Of sisters and of brothers;<br>Ah! whose of all those kindly eyes<br>Now smile upon another's?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sport of Time, who still apart<br>The waifs of life is flinging;<br>Oh, nevermore shall heart to heart<br>Draw nearer for that singing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet when the panes are frosty-starred,<br>And twilight's fire is gleaming,<br>I hear the songs of Scotland's bard<br>Sound softly through my dreaming!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A song that lends to winter snows<br>The glow of summer weather,--<br>Again I hear thee ca' the yowes<br>To Cluden's hills of heather</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=420415" data-title="A Memory de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="Here, while the loom of Winter weaves The shroud of flowers and fountains, I think of thee and summer eves Among the Northern mountains. When thunder tolled the twilight's close, And winds the lake were rude on, And thou wert singing, _Ca' the Yo..."></div> </div> </div>

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