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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508577" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poor Cock Robin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My garden robin in the Spring<br>Was rapturous with glee,<br>And followed me with wistful wing<br>From pear to apple tree;<br>His melodies the summer long<br>He carolled with delight,<br>As if he could with jewelled song<br>Find favour in my sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now that Autumn's in the air<br>He's singing singing still,<br>And yet somehow I cannot bear<br>The frenzy of his bill;<br>The keen wind ruffs his ruddy breast<br>As to bare boughs he clings;<br>The sun is sullen in the West<br>Yet still he sings and sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon, soon the legions of the snow<br>Will pitch their tents again,<br>And round my window-sill I know<br>He'll call for crumbs in vein;<br>The pulsing passion of his throat<br>Has hint of Winter woe;<br>The piercing sweetness of his note<br>entreats me not to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vein, in vain, Oh valiant one,<br>You sing to bid me stay!<br>For all my life is in the sun<br>And I must fly away.<br>yet by no gold or orange glow<br>Will I be comforted,<br>Seeing blood-bright in bitter snow -<br>  A robin dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Was rapturous with glee,
And followed me with wistful wing
From pear to apple tree;
His melodies the summer long
He carolled with delight,
As if he could with jewelled song
Find favour in my sight.

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