<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thoughts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gave my thoughts a golden peach,<br>A silver citron tree;<br>They clustered dumbly out of reach<br>And would not sing for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I built my thoughts a roof of rush,<br>A little byre beside;<br>They left my music to the thrush<br>And flew at eveningtide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went my way and would not care<br>If they should come and go;<br>A thousand birds seemed up in air,<br>My thoughts were singing so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</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=454903" data-title="Thoughts de Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall" data-description="I gave my thoughts a golden peach, A silver citron tree; They clustered dumbly out of reach And would not sing for me. I built my thoughts a roof of rush, A little byre beside; They left my music to the thrush And flew at eveningtide. I went my ..."></div> </div> </div>

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