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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Garden Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LONG and drowsy and white and wide,<br>Villas and arbours on either side,<br>Pleasant under the cloudless skies,<br>Garden Street in the sunlight lies.<br>Twice a day — at the morning hour,<br>And again when the lights of sunset flower —<br>Its pavements ring to the footfall-noise<br>Of men and women, and girls and boys.<br>Townward, sprightly of foot, they go;<br>Home they come in the evening glow,<br>Labours over and questing done —<br>Some with money and some with none.<br>Most hours through, from morn to night,<br>It dreams and dreams in the drowsy light:<br>No call is there of the huckster-clan,<br>Of the bottle-oh and the rabbit-man.<br>Wafted odours of nameless flowers<br>Perfume the march of the golden hours;<br>Under the laurels, cooling the eye,<br>Pools of shade in the sunshine lie.<br>All day long, and night-long too,<br>Sunlight-sweetened or washed by dew,<br>Leaf and petal and fern and palm<br>Open their lungs, out-breathing balm.<br>Now the cooing of doves is heard,<br>Now the song of a single bird;<br>Beetles drone, and the murmuring bees<br>Make their round of the flowers and trees.<br>Echoes alone of the trouble and strife,<br>Stir and flurry and noise of life —<br>Hints alone of its fever and heat<br>Steal through the quiet of Garden Street.<br>Traffic and Trade with eyes awry<br>Seek the city, and pass it by;<br>Few daylong through its distance wend<br>With money to make or money to spend.<br>Yet yesterday, when the moon was sped,<br>Up and down, with a furtive tread,<br>Lounged a rogue with a wistful smile,<br>Whistling a jig on the wind the while.<br>Twice or thrice in the stirless trance<br>Stilling his feet, he paused to glance<br>Over the way to the vine-clad gate<br>Where the laurels droop and the poppies wait.<br>Rogue and robber and fool, I swear —<br>Love was the plunder that brought him there;<br>Love that laughed through a curtain of green,<br>Watching his tricks the while, I ween.<br>Rogue and robber, he went away<br>Sour and sick at the end of day,<br>Empty of hope and sad to see;<br>For bolt and bar on her heart had she.<br>She who lives in the Doric house,<br>Secret and shy as a little mouse,<br>Dainty and dear from head to feet —<br>Pansy. Princess of Garden Street!</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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Villas and arbours on either side,
Pleasant under the cloudless skies,
Garden Street in the sunlight lies.
Twice a day — at the morning hour,
And again when the lights of sunset flower —
Its pavements ring t..."></div>
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