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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wild Honey-Suckle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair flower, that dost so comely grow,<br>Hid in this silent, dull retreat,<br>Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,<br>Unseen thy little branches greet;<br>...No roving foot shall crush thee here,<br>...No busy hand provoke a tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Nature's self in white arrayed,<br>She bade thee shun the vulgar eye,<br>And planted here the gaurdian shade,<br>And sent soft waters murmuring by;<br>...Thus quietly thy summer goes,<br>...Thy days declinging to repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smit with those charms, that must decay,<br>I grieve to see your future doom;<br>They died--nor were those flowers more gay,<br>The flowers that did in Eden bloom;<br>...Unpitying frosts, and Autumn's power<br>...Shall leave no vestige of this flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From morning suns and evenign dews<br>At first thy little being came:<br>If nothing once, you nothing lose,<br>For when you die you are the same;<br>...The space between, is but an hour,<br>...The frail duration of a flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Philip+Freneau">Philip Freneau</a><div class=q>
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Hid in this silent, dull retreat,
Untouched thy honied blossoms blow,
Unseen thy little branches greet;
...No roving foot shall crush thee here,
...No busy hand provoke a tear.

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