<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As In Their Flight The Birds Of Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AS in their flight the birds of song<br>Halt here and there in sweet and sunny dales,<br>But halt not overlong;<br>The time one rural song to sing<br>They pause; then following bounteous gales<br>Steer forward on the wing:<br>Sun-servers they, from first to last,<br>Upon the sun they wait<br>To ride the sailing blast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he awhile in our contested state,<br>Awhile abode, not longer, for his Sun -<br>Mother we say, no tenderer name we know -<br>With whose diviner glow<br>His early days had shone,<br>Now to withdraw her radiance had begun.<br>Or lest a wrong I say, not she withdrew,<br>But the loud stream of men day after day<br>And great dust columns of the common way<br>Between them grew and grew:<br>And he and she for evermore might yearn,<br>But to the spring the rivulets not return<br>Nor to the bosom comes the child again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he (O may we fancy so!),<br>He, feeling time forever flow<br>And flowing bear him forth and far away<br>From that dear ingle where his life began<br>And all his treasure lay -<br>He, waxing into man,<br>And ever farther, ever closer wound<br>In this obstreperous world's ignoble round,<br>From that poor prospect turned his face away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</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=507588" data-title="As In Their Flight The Birds Of Song de Robert Louis Stevenson" data-description="AS in their flight the birds of song Halt here and there in sweet and sunny dales, But halt not overlong; The time one rural song to sing They pause; then following bounteous gales Steer forward on the wing: Sun-servers they, from first to last, U..."></div> </div> </div>

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