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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477701" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Summer Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When summer time has come, and all<br>The world is in the magic thrall<br>Of perfumed airs that lull each sense<br>To fits of drowsy indolence;<br>When skies are deepest blue above,<br>And flow'rs aflush,--then most I love<br>To start, while early dews are damp,<br>And wend my way in woodland tramp<br>Where forests rustle, tree on tree,<br>And sing their silent songs to me;<br>Where pathways meet and path ways part,--<br>To walk with Nature heart by heart,<br>Till wearied out at last I lie<br>Where some sweet stream steals singing by<br>A mossy bank; where violets vie<br>In color with the summer sky,--<br>Or take my rod and line and hook,<br>And wander to some darkling brook,<br>Where all day long the willows dream,<br>And idly droop to kiss the stream,<br>And there to loll from morn till night--<br>Unheeding nibble, run, or bite--<br>Just for the joy of being there<br>And drinking in the summer air,<br>The summer sounds, and summer sights,<br>That set a restless mind to rights<br>When grief and pain and raging doubt<br>Of men and creeds have worn it out;<br>The birds' song and the water's drone,<br>The humming bees' low monotone,<br>The murmur of the passing breeze,<br>And all the sounds akin to these,<br>That make a man in summer time<br>Feel only fit for rest and rhyme.<br>Joy springs all radiant in my breast;<br>Though pauper poor, than king more blest,<br>The tide beats in my soul so strong<br>That happiness breaks forth in song,<br>And rings aloud the welkin blue<br>With all the songs I ever knew.<br>O time of rapture! time of song!<br>How swiftly glide thy days along<br>Adown the current of the years,<br>Above the rocks of grief and tears!<br>'Tis wealth enough of joy for me<br>In summer time to simply be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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The world is in the magic thrall
Of perfumed airs that lull each sense
To fits of drowsy indolence;
When skies are deepest blue above,
And flow'rs aflush,--then most I love
To start, while early dews are damp,
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