<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Orange Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The young girl stood beside me. <br>I Saw not what her young eyes could see: <br>- A light, she said, not of the sky <br> Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">- Is it, I said, of east or west? <br> The heartbeat of a luminous boy <br>Who with his faltering flute confessed <br> Only the edges of his joy? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was he, I said, borne to the blue <br> In a mad escapade of Spring <br>Ere he could make a fond adieu <br> To his love in the blossoming? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">- Listen! the young girl said. There calls <br> No voice, no music beats on me; <br>But it is almost sound: it falls <br> This evening on the Orange Tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">- Does he, I said, so fear the Spring <br> Ere the white sap too far can climb? <br>See in the full gold evening <br> All happenings of the olden time? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is he so goaded by the green? <br> Does the compulsion of the dew <br>Make him unknowable but keen <br> Asking with beauty of the blue? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">- Listen! the young girl said. For all <br> Your hapless talk you fail to see <br>There is a light, a step, a call <br> This evening on the Orange Tree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">- Is it, 1 said, a waste of love <br> Imperishably old in pain, <br>Moving as an affrighted dove <br> Under the sunlight or the rain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it a fluttering heart that gave <br> Too willingly and was reviled? <br>Is it the stammering at a grave, <br> The last word of a little child? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">- Silence! the young girl said. Oh, why, <br> Why will you talk to weary me? <br>Plague me no longer now, for I <br> Am listening like the Orange Tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Shaw+Neilson">John Shaw Neilson</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=421697" data-title="The Orange Tree de John Shaw Neilson" data-description="The young girl stood beside me. I Saw not what her young eyes could see: - A light, she said, not of the sky Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree. - Is it, I said, of east or west? The heartbeat of a luminous boy Who with his faltering flut..."></div> </div> </div>

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