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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yellow Clover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must I, who walk alone,<br>Come on it still,<br>This Puck of plants<br>The wise would do away with,<br>The sunshine slants<br>To play with,<br>Our wee, gold-dusty flower, the yellow clover,<br>Which once in Parting for a time<br>That then seemed long,<br>Ere time for you was over,<br>We sealed our own?<br>Do you remember yet,<br>O Soul beyond the stars,<br>Beyond the uttermost dim bars<br>Of space,<br>Dear Soul, who found earth sweet,<br>Remember by love's grace,<br>In dreamy hushes of the heavenly song,<br>How suddenly we halted in our climb,<br>Lingering, reluctant, up that farthest hill,<br>Stooped for the blossoms closest to our feet,<br>And gave them as a token<br>Each to Each,<br>In lieu of speech,<br>In lieu of words too grievous to be spoken,<br>Those little, gypsy, wondering blossoms wet<br>With a strange dew of tears?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So it began,<br>This vagabond, unvalued yellow clover,<br>To be our tenderest language. All the years<br>It lent a new zest to the summer hours,<br>As each of us went scheming to surprise<br>The other with our homely, laureate flowers.<br>Sonnets and odes<br>Fringing our daily roads.<br>Can amaranth and asphodel<br>Bring merrier laughter to your eyes?<br>Oh, if the Blest, in their serene abodes,<br>Keep any wistful consciousness of earth,<br>Not grandeurs, but the childish ways of love,<br>Simplicities of mirth,<br>Must follow them above<br>With touches of vague homesickness that pass<br>Like shadows of swift birds across the grass.<br>Beneath some foreign arch of sky,<br>How many a time the rover<br>You or I,<br>For life oft sundered look from look,<br>And voice from voice, the transient dearth<br>Schooling my soul to brook<br>This distance that no messages may span,<br>Would chance<br>Upon our wilding by a lonely well,<br>Or drowsy watermill,<br>Or swaying to the chime of convent bell,<br>Or where the nightingales of old romance<br>With tragical contraltos fill<br>Dim solitudes of infinite desire;<br>And once I joyed to meet<br>Our peasant gadabout<br>A trespasser on trim, seigniorial seat,<br>Twinkling a saucy eye<br>As potentates paced by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our golden cord! our soft, pursuing flame<br>From friendship's altar fire!<br>How proudly we would pluck and tame<br>The dimpling clusters, mutinously gay!<br>How swiftly they were sent<br>Far, far away<br>On journeys wide,<br>By sea and continent,<br>Green miles and blue leagues over,<br>From each of us to each,<br>That so our hearts might reach,<br>And touch within the yellow clover,<br>Love's letter to be glad about<br>Like sunshine when it came!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sorrow asks no healing; it is love;<br>Let love then make me brave<br>To bear the keen hurts of<br>This careless summertide,<br>Ay, of our own poor flower,<br>Changed with our fatal hour,<br>For all its sunshine vanished when you died;<br>Only white clover blossoms on your grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Lee+Bates">Katharine Lee Bates</a><div class=q>
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Come on it still,
This Puck of plants
The wise would do away with,
The sunshine slants
To play with,
Our wee, gold-dusty flower, the yellow clover,
Which once in Parting for a time
That then seemed long,
Ere time for you wa..."></div>
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