<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yellow Warblers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies<br>When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes,<br>I looked out to the oak that, winter-long,<br>-- a winter wild with war and woe and wrong --<br>Beyond my casement had been void of song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lo! with golden buds the twigs were set,<br>Live buds that warbled like a rivulet<br>Beneath a veil of willows. Then I knew<br>Those tiny voices, clear as drops of dew,<br>Those flying daffodils that fleck the blue, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those sparkling visitants from myrtle isles,<br>Wee pilgrims of the sun, that measure miles<br>Innumerable over land and sea<br>With wings of shining inches. Flakes of glee,<br>They filled that dark old oak with jubilee, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Foretelling in delicious roundelays<br>Their dainty courtships on the dipping sprays,<br>How they should fashion nests, mate helping mate,<br>Of milkweed flax and fern-down delicate<br>To keep sky-tinted eggs inviolate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listening to those blithe notes, I slipped once more<br>From lyric dawn through dreamland's open door,<br>And there was God, Eternal Life that sings,<br>Eternal joy, brooding all mortal things,<br>A nest of stars, beneath untroubled wings.</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> <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=428603" data-title="Yellow Warblers de Katharine Lee Bates" data-description="The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes, I looked out to the oak that, winter-long, -- a winter wild with war and woe and wrong -- Beyond my casement had been void of song. And lo! with golden b..."></div> </div> </div>

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