<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cottage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in turn succeed and rule <br>Carter, smith, and village fool, <br>Then again the place is known <br>As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school; <br>Now somehow it’s come to me <br>To light the fire and hold the key, <br>Here in Heaven to reign alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the walls are white with lime, <br>Big blue periwinkles climb <br>And kiss the crumbling window-sill;<br>Snug inside I sit and rhyme, <br>Planning, poem, book, or fable, <br>At my darling beech-wood table <br>Fresh with bluebells from the hill. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the window I can see <br>Rooks above the cherry-tree, <br>Sparrows in the violet bed, <br>Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, <br>And old red bracken smoulders still <br>Among boulders on the hill, <br>Far too bright to seem quite dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But old Death, who can’t forget, <br>Waits his time and watches yet, <br>Waits and watches by the door. <br>Look, he’s got a great new net, <br>And when my fighting starts afresh <br>Stouter cord and smaller mesh <br>Won’t be cheated as before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor can kindliness of Spring, <br>Flowers that smile nor birds that sing,<br>Bumble-bee nor butterfly, <br>Nor grassy hill nor anything <br>Of magic keep me safe to rhyme <br>In this Heaven beyond my time. <br>No! for Death is waiting by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507157" data-title="The Cottage de Robert Graves" data-description="Here in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school; Now somehow it’s come to me To light the fire and hold the key, Here in Heaven to reign alone. All the walls..."></div> </div> </div>

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