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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428669" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shamrock Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, the red rose may be fair, <br>And the lily statelier;<br>But my shamrock, one in three, <br>Takes the very heart of me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a lover hath the rose<br>When june's musk-wind breathes and blows: <br>And in many a bower is heard<br>Her sweet praise from bee and bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the gold hours dreameth she,<br>In her warm heart passionately,<br>Her fair face hung languid-wise:<br>O, her breath of honey and spice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a fair saint virginal<br>Stands your lily, silver and tall; <br>Over all the flowers that be <br>Is my shamrock dear to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shines the lily like the sun,<br>Crystal-pure, a cold, sweet nun;<br>With her austere lip she sings<br>To her heart of heavenly things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gazeth through a night of June<br>To her sister-saint, the moon;<br>With the stars communeth long<br>Of the angels and their song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when summer died last year<br>Rose and lily died with her;<br>Shamrock stayeth every day,<br>Be the winds or gold or grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Irish hills, as grey as the dove,<br>Know the little plant I love;<br>Warm and fair it mantles them<br>Stretching down from throat to hem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it laughs o'er many a vale,<br>Sheltered safe from storm and gale;<br>Sky and sun and stars thereof<br>Love the gentle plant I love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft it clothes the ruined floor<br>Of many an abbey, grey and hoar,<br>And the still home of the dead<br>With its green is carpeted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Roses for an hour of love,<br>With the joy and pain thereof:<br>Stand my lilies white to see<br>All for prayer and purity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are white as the harvest moon,<br>Roses flush like the heart of June;<br>But my shamrock, brave and gay,<br>Glads the tired eyes every day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, the red rose shineth rare,<br>And the lily saintly fair;<br>But my shamrock, one in three,<br>Takes the inmost heart of me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q>
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And the lily statelier;
But my shamrock, one in three, 
Takes the very heart of me!

Many a lover hath the rose
When june's musk-wind breathes and blows: 
And in many a bower is heard
Her sweet praise from bee and bir..."></div>
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