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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476337" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bird of Jesus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT was pure indeed,<br>The air we breathed in, the light we saw,<br>I and my brother, when we played that day,<br>Or piped to one another; then there came<br>Two young lads of an age with one another,<br>And with us two, and these two played with us,<br>And went away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each had a bearing that was like a prince's,<br>Yet they were simple lads and had the kindness<br>Of our own folk lads simple and unknowing:<br>Then, afterwards, we went to visit them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Theirs was a village that was not far off,<br>But out of reach towards elbow, not towards hand:<br>And what was there were houses<br>Houses and some trees<br>And it was like a place within a fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We found the lads,<br>And found them still as simple and unknowing,<br>And played with them: we played outside the stall<br>Where worked the father of the wiser lad<br>Not brothers were the boys, but cousins' children.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a pit:<br>We brought back clay and sat beside the stall,<br>And made birds out of clay; and then my brother<br>Took up his bird and flung it in the air:<br>His playmate did as he,<br>And clay fell down upon the face of clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then I took<br>The shavings of the board the carpenter<br>Was working on, and flung them in the air,<br>And watched them streaming down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There would be nought to tell<br>Had not the wiser of the lads took up<br>The clay he shaped: a little bird it was;<br>He tossed it from his hand up to his head;<br>The bird stayed in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O what delight we had<br>To see it fly and pause, that little bird,<br>Sinking to earth sometimes, and sometimes rising<br>As though to fly into the very sun;<br>At last it spread out wings and flew, and flew,<br>Flew to the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not think<br>That we played any more, or thought of playing,<br>For every drop of blood our bodies held<br>Was free and playing, free and playing then.<br>Four lads together on the bench we sat:<br>Nothing was in the open air around us,<br>And yet we thought something was there for us<br>A secret, charmed thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we went homeward; by soft ways we went<br>That wound us back to our familiar place.<br>Some increase lay upon the things we saw:<br>I'll speak of grasses, but you'll never know<br>What grass was there; words wither it and make it<br>Like to the desert children's dream of grass;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lambs in the grass, but I will not have shown you<br>What fleece of purity they had to show;<br>I'll speak of birds, but I will not have told you<br>How their song filled the heart; and when I speak<br>Of him, my brother, you will never guess<br>How we two were at one!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even to our mother we had gained in grace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</a><div class=q>
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The air we breathed in, the light we saw,
I and my brother, when we played that day,
Or piped to one another; then there came
Two young lads of an age with one another,
And with us two, and these two played with us,
And went aw..."></div>
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