<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Shall Never Love the Snow Again</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never shall love the snow again<br>Since Maurice died:<br>With corniced drift it blocked the lane,<br>And sheeted in a desolate plain<br>The country side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trees with silvery rime bedight<br>Their branches bare.<br>By day no sun appeared; by night<br>The hidden moon shed thievish light<br>In the misty air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We fed the birds that flew around<br>In flocks to be fed:<br>No shelter in holly or brake they found,<br>The speckled thrush on the frozen ground<br>Lay frozen and dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We skated on stream and pond; we cut<br>The crinching snow<br>To Doric temple or Arctic hut;<br>We laughed and sang at nightfall, shut<br>By the fireside glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet grudged we our keen delights before<br>Maurice should come.<br>We said, 'In-door or out-of-door<br>We shall love life for a month or more,<br>When he is home.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They brought him home; 'twas two days late<br>For Christmas Day:<br>Wrapped in white, in solemn state,<br>A flower in his hand, all still and straight<br>Our Maurice lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And two days ere the year outgave<br>We laid him low.<br>The best of us truly were not brave,<br>When we laid Maurice down in his grave<br>Under the snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Seymour+Bridges">Robert Seymour Bridges</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=508006" data-title="I Shall Never Love the Snow Again de Robert Seymour Bridges" data-description="I never shall love the snow again Since Maurice died: With corniced drift it blocked the lane, And sheeted in a desolate plain The country side. The trees with silvery rime bedight Their branches bare. By day no sun appeared; by night The hidden ..."></div> </div> </div>

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