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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509128" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At End Of A Holiday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'LEAVES and brambles from hill and hollow<br>Come and gather!' the children cried;<br>'The sun goes down, and the night will follow,<br>A moonless night on the dark hillside.'<br>All ways they wandered — the dry twigs snapping,<br>With laugh and prattle and song between;<br>Down on the rocks the waves were lapping,<br>The long swell swaying the seaweed green.<br>And she stood by in her white sun-bonnet,<br>All lace and snow on her tressy hair,<br>With a gold king-beetle dreaming on it<br>A lotus dream in the lustrous air.<br>Was it love, or a dove in the tall tree cooing?<br>Was it love, or a dove that loitered nigh?<br>The eventide is the hour for wooing —<br>But I was silent, and she was shy.<br>Then suddenly rose a far faint humming,<br>A growing noise in the evening hush,<br>And the prattle of children homeward coming,<br>Laden with spoil of the gold-brown bush.<br>'Leaves and brambles from hill and hollow!<br>The way was tangled, and tangles tire.<br>The sun goes down and the night will follow, —<br>Now down on your knees and make us a fire!'<br>The leaves were wet (how a storm may hinder!)<br>The brambles damp with a shower at noon;<br>She bent to help . . .and my heart of tinder,<br>Ah, why did it burst to flame so soon?<br>'Dry leaves, dry leaves from the twilight forest,<br>Or bark that is sheltered, or hidden ferns:<br>Dry leaves, dry leaves!' the children chorused,<br>'The drier the leaf the redder it burns!'<br>The fire leapt up with a sudden glancing,<br>The first flame flushing her hands of snow;<br>And round about went the children dancing,<br>Their faces lit by the rosy glow.<br>That fire has gone beyond all returning,<br>For wild winds scatter and chill rains drench:<br>All dust the leaves; but a fire is burning<br>That wind or water shall never quench.<br>Ah, leaves and brambles from hill and hollow!<br>And two together, and violet eyes . . .<br>The sun goes down, and love must follow,<br>A quenchless fire, and a flame that dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q>
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Come and gather!' the children cried;
'The sun goes down, and the night will follow,
A moonless night on the dark hillside.'
All ways they wandered — the dry twigs snapping,
With laugh and prattle and so..."></div>
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