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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420443" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>April</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird<br>In the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;<br>For green meadow-grasses wide levels of snow,<br>And blowing of drifts where the crocus should blow;<br>Where wind-flower and violet, amber and white,<br>On south-sloping brooksides should smile in the light,<br>O'er the cold winter-beds of their late-waking roots<br>The frosty flake eddies, the ice-crystal shoots;<br>And, longing for light, under wind-driven heaps,<br>Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps,<br>Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers,<br>With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers<br>We wait for thy coming, sweet wind of the south!<br>For the touch of thy light wings, the kiss of thy mouth;<br>For the yearly evangel thou bearest from God,<br>Resurrection and life to the graves of the sod!<br>Up our long river-valley, for days, have not ceased<br>The wail and the shriek of the bitter northeast,<br>Raw and chill, as if winnowed through ices and snow,<br>All the way from the land of the wild Esquimau,<br>Until all our dreams of the land of the blest,<br>Like that red hunter's, turn to the sunny southwest.<br>O soul of the spring-time, its light and its breath,<br>Bring warmth to this coldness, bring life to this death;<br>Renew the great miracle; let us behold<br>The stone from the mouth of the sepulchre rolled,<br>And Nature, like Lazarus, rise, as of old!<br>Let our faith, which in darkness and coldness has lain,<br>Revive with the warmth and the brightness again,<br>And in blooming of flower and budding of tree<br>The symbols and types of our destiny see;<br>The life of the spring-time, the life of the whole,<br>And, as sun to the sleeping earth, love to the soul!</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>
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