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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472390" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PRELUDE TO 'ILLUSTRATED POEMS'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FULL well I know the frozen hand has come<br>That smites the songs of grove and garden dumb,<br>And chills sad autumn's last chrysanthemum;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet would I find one blossom, if I might,<br>Ere the dark loom that weaves the robe of white<br>Hides all the wrecks of summer out of sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes in dim November's narrowing day,<br>When all the season's pride has passed away,<br>As mid the blackened stems and leaves we stray,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We spy in sheltered nook or rocky cleft<br>A starry disk the hurrying winds have left,<br>Of all its blooming sisterhood bereft.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some pansy, with its wondering baby eyes<br>Poor wayside nursling!--fixed in blank surprise<br>At the rough welcome of unfriendly skies;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or golden daisy,--will it dare disclaim<br>The lion's tooth, to wear this gentler name?<br>Or blood-red salvia, with its lips aflame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storms have stripped the lily and the rose,<br>Still on its cheek the flush of summer glows,<br>And all its heart-leaves kindle as it blows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So had I looked some bud of song to find<br>The careless winds of autumn left behind,<br>With these of earlier seasons' growth to bind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me! my skies are dark with sudden grief,<br>A flower lies faded on my garnered sheaf;<br>Yet let the sunshine gild this virgin leaf,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The joyous, blessed sunshine of the past,<br>Still with me, though the heavens are overcast,--<br>The light that shines while life and memory last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, pictured rhymes, for loving readers meant;<br>Bring back the smiles your jocund morning lent,<br>And warm their hearts with sunbeams yet unspent!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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FULL well I know the frozen hand has come
That smites the songs of grove and garden dumb,
And chills sad autumn's last chrysanthemum;

Yet would I find one blossom, if I might,
Ere the dark loom that weaves the robe..."></div>
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