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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447612" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SUMMER is come, with her leaves and her flowers— <br>Summer is come, with the sun on her hours;<br>The lark in the clouds, and the thrush on the bough,<br>And the dove in the thicket, make melody now.<br>The noon is abroad, but the shadows are cool<br>Where the green rushes grow in the dark forest pool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We seek not the hedges where violets blow,<br>There alone in the twilight of ev'ning we go;<br>They are love-tokens offered, when heavy with dew,<br>To a lip yet more fragrant—an eye yet more blue.<br>But leave them alone to their summer-soft dream—<br>We seek the green rushes that grow by the stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away from the meadow, although the long grass<br>Be filled with young flowers that smile as we pass;<br>Where the bird's eye is bright as the sapphires that shine<br>When the hand of a beauty is decked from the mine.<br>We want not their gems, and we want not their flowers.<br>But we seek the green rush in the dark forest bowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cowslip is ringing its fairy-like chime,<br>Sweet bells, by whose music Titania keeps time;<br>The rose-bush is covered with cups that unfold<br>Their petals that tremble in delicate gold.<br>But we seek not their blossoms in garlands to blend,<br>We seek the green rush where the willow-trees bend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The green rush, the green rush, we bear it along<br>To the church of our village with triumph and song;<br>We strew the cold chancel, and kneel on it there,<br>While its fresh odours rise with our voices in prayer.<br>Hark the peal from the old tower in praise of it rings,<br>Let us seek the green rush by the deep woodland springs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a><div class=q>
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Summer is come, with the sun on her hours;
The lark in the clouds, and the thrush on the bough,
And the dove in the thicket, make melody now.
The noon is abroad, but the shadows are cool
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