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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450366" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Call of the Winds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho, come out with the wind of spring,<br>And step it blithely in woodlands waking; <br>Friend am I of each growing thing<br>From the gray sod into sunshine breaking; <br>Mine is the magic of twilights dim, <br>Of violets blue on the still pool's rim, <br>Mine is the breath of the blossoms young <br>Sweetest of fragrances storied or sung<br>Come, ye earth-children, weary and worn, <br>I will lead you over the hills of morn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho, come out with the summer wind,<br>And loiter in meadows of ripening clover, <br>Where the purple noons are long and kind,<br>And the great white clouds drift fleecily over. <br>Mine is immortal minstrelsy, <br>The fellowship of the rose and bee, <br>Beguiling laughter of willowed rills, <br>The rejoicing of pines on inland hills, <br>Come, ye earth-children, by dale and stream, <br>I will lead you into the ways of dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho, when the wind of autumn rings<br>Through jubilant mornings crisp and golden, <br>Come where the yellow woodland flings<br>Its hoarded wealth over by-ways olden. <br>Mine are the grasses frosted and sere, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That lisp and rustle around the mere, <br>Mine are the flying racks that dim <br>The lingering sunset's reddening rim, <br>Earth-children, come, in the waning year, <br>I will harp you to laughter and buoyant cheer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho, when the wind of winter blows<br>Over the uplands and moonlit spaces,<br>Come ye out to the waste of snows,<br>To the glimmering fields and the silent places. <br>I whistle gaily on starry nights <br>Through the arch of the elfin northern lights, <br>But in long white valleys I pause to hark <br>Where the ring of the home-lights gems the dark. <br>Come, ye earth-children, whose hearts are sad, <br>I will make you valiant and strong and glad!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lucy+Maud+Montgomery">Lucy Maud Montgomery</a><div class=q>
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And step it blithely in woodlands waking; 
Friend am I of each growing thing
From the gray sod into sunshine breaking; 
Mine is the magic of twilights dim, 
Of violets blue on the still pool's rim, 
Mine is th..."></div>
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