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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456078" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winds had hushed at last as by command; <br>The quiet sky above, <br>With its grey clouds spread oer the fallow land, <br>Sat brooding like a dove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no motion in the air, no sound <br>Within the tree-tops stirred, <br>Save when some last leaf, fluttering to the ground, <br>Dropped like a wounded bird. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or when the swart rooks in a gathering crowd <br>With clamorous noises wheeled, <br>Hovering awhile, then swooped with wrangling loud <br>Down to the stubbly field. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For now the big-thewed horses, toiling slow <br>In straining couples yoked, <br>Patiently dragged the plowshare to and fro <br>Till their wet haunches smoked. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till the stiff acre, broken into clods, <br>Bruised by the harrow's tooth, <br>Lay lightly shaken, with its humid sods <br>Ranged into furrows smooth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There looming lone, from rise to set of sun, <br>Without or pause or speed, <br>Solemnly striding by the furrows dun, <br>The sower sows the seed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sower sows the seed, which mouldering, <br>Deep coffined in the earth, <br>Is buried now, but with the future spring <br>Will quicken into birth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, poles of birth and death! Controlling Powers <br>Of human toil and need! <br>On this fair earth all men are surely sowers, <br>Surely all life is seed! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All life is seed, dropped in Time's yawning furrow, <br>Which with slow sprout and shoot, <br>In the revolving world's unfathomed morrow, <br>Will blossom and bear fruit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mathilde+Blind">Mathilde Blind</a><div class=q>
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The quiet sky above, 
With its grey clouds spread oer the fallow land, 
Sat brooding like a dove. 

There was no motion in the air, no sound 
Within the tree-tops stirred, 
Save when some last leaf, flu..."></div>
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