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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What the Birds Said</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The birds against the April wind <br>Flew northward, singing as they flew; <br>They sang, "The land we leave behind <br>Has swords for corn-blades, blood for dew." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O wild-birds, flying from the South, <br>What saw and heard ye, gazing down?" <br>"We saw the mortar's upturned mouth, <br>The sickened camp, the blazing town! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Beneath the bivouac's starry lamps, <br>We saw your march-worn children die; <br>In shrouds of moss, in cypress swamps, <br>We saw your dead uncoffined lie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"We heard the starving prisoner's sighs <br>And saw, from line and trench, your sons <br>Follow our flight with home-sick eyes <br>Beyond the battery's smoking guns." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And heard and saw ye only wrong <br>And pain," I cried, "O wing-worn flocks?" <br>"We heard," they sang, "the freedman's song, <br>The crash of Slavery's broken locks! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"We saw from new, uprising States <br>The treason-nursing mischief spurned, <br>As, crowding Freedom's ample gates, <br>The long-estranged and lost returned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O'er dusky faces, seamed and old, <br>And hands horn-hard with unpaid toil, <br>With hope in every rustling fold, <br>We saw your star-dropt flag uncoil. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And struggling up through sounds accursed, <br>A grateful murmur clomb the air; <br>A whisper scarcely heard at first, <br>It filled the listening heavens with prayer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And sweet and far, as from a star, <br>Replied a voice which shall not cease, <br>Till, drowning all the noise of war, <br>It sings the blessed song of peace!" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So to me, in a doubtful day <br>Of chill and slowly greening spring, <br>Low stooping from the cloudy gray, <br>The wild-birds sang or seemed to sing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They vanished in the misty air, <br>The song went with them in their flight; <br>But lo! they left the sunset fair, <br>And in the evening there was light.</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=420877" data-title="What the Birds Said de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="The birds against the April wind Flew northward, singing as they flew; They sang, "The land we leave behind Has swords for corn-blades, blood for dew." "O wild-birds, flying from the South, What saw and heard ye, gazing down?&..."></div> </div> </div>
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