<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450396" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Twilight in the Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scent of the earth is moist and good <br>In the dewy shade <br>Of the tall, dark poplars whose slender tops <br>Against the sunset bloom are laid, <br>And a robin is whistling in the copse <br>By the dim spruce wood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The west wind blowing o'er branch and flower <br>Out of the wold, <br>Steals through the honeysuckle bower <br>And bears away on its airy wings <br>Odors that breath of paradise; <br>Dim are the poppies' splendid dyes, <br>But many a pallid primrose swings <br>Its lamp of gold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A white moth flits from tree to tree<br>Like a wandering soul;<br>Deep in the lily a muffled boom<br>Tells of a honey-drunken bee<br>Wildered with sweets in that ivory bowl;<br>Many a subtle melody,<br>Many a rare sound all unknown<br>To the lusty daylight's fuller tone<br>Threads with its magic this hush and gloom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many a dear thought deep in the heart, <br>Many a memory, dulcet and fine, <br>Wakes as we walk in the garden to-night, <br>In this soft kissing of dark and light, <br>When the world has drawn itself apart <br>From our spirit's shrine.</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> <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=450396" data-title="Twilight in the Garden de Lucy Maud Montgomery" data-description="The scent of the earth is moist and good In the dewy shade Of the tall, dark poplars whose slender tops Against the sunset bloom are laid, And a robin is whistling in the copse By the dim spruce wood. The west wind blowing o'er branch and f..."></div> </div> </div>

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