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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For ages on our river borders,<br>These tassels in their tawny bloom,<br>And willowy studs of downy silver,<br>Have prophesied of Spring to come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For ages have the unbound waters<br>Smiled on them from their pebbly hem,<br>And the clear carol of the robin<br>And song of bluebird welcomed them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But never yet from smiling river,<br>Or song of early bird, have they<br>Been greeted with a gladder welcome<br>Than whispers from my heart to-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They break the spell of cold and darkness,<br>The weary watch of sleepless pain;<br>And from my heart, as from the river,<br>The ice of winter melts again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thanks, Mary! for this wild-wood token<br>Of Freya's footsteps drawing near;<br>Almost, as in the rune of Asgard,<br>The growing of the grass I hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is as if the pine-trees called me<br>From ceiled room and silent books,<br>To see the dance of woodland shadows,<br>And hear the song of April brooks!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As in the old Teutonic ballad<br>Of Odenwald live bird and tree,<br>Together live in bloom and music,<br>I blend in song thy flowers and thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth's rocky tablets bear forever<br>The dint of rain and small bird's track<br>Who knows but that my idle verses<br>May leave some trace by Merrimac!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bird that trod the mellow layers<br>Of the young earth is sought in vain;<br>The cloud is gone that wove the sandstone,<br>From God's design, with threads of rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, when this fluid age we live in<br>Shall stiffen round my careless rhyme,<br>Who made the vagrant tracks may puzzle<br>The savants of the coming time;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, following out their dim suggestions,<br>Some idly-curious hand may draw<br>My doubtful portraiture, as Cuvier<br>Drew fish and bird from fin and claw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And maidens in the far-off twilights,<br>Singing my words to breeze and stream,<br>Shall wonder if the old-time Mary<br>Were real, or the rhymer's dream!</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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These tassels in their tawny bloom,
And willowy studs of downy silver,
Have prophesied of Spring to come.

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Smiled on them from their pebbly hem,
And the clear carol of the robin
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