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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509141" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In September</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN wood-hollows mate the swallows,<br>On the house-tops sparrows marry;<br>Where's the laggard that would tarry<br>When the Spring is up and doing,<br>And the doves of Love are cooing?<br>O the lovers she discovers<br>Heart and heart together linking!<br>'Tis of them, perchance, you're thinking;<br>In this moment's rich completeness<br>Tasting over bygone sweetness.<br>Nay, you gladden not, but sadden<br>At the sight of such surrender<br>To Love's impulse, warm and tender,<br>As yon couple, mingling kisses,<br>Show — nor dream that aught amiss is.<br>Who supposes summer roses —<br>When the bee no longer settles<br>On their satin-surfaced petals,<br>Young no more, nor sweet, nor tender, —<br>View with scorn their pirate's splendour!<br>I remember one September,<br>Light as thistledown or feather,<br>Long with love we strayed together,<br>Careless of wise word or censure,<br>On a quest of sweet adventure.<br>Why and wherefore blame them, therefore?<br>Puppets they — yon pretty couple —<br>He so strong and she so supple,<br>Dancing fast, and fast, and faster<br>At the will of Love, their master!<br>Little woman, Love is human,<br>Fickle too, and there's the pity;<br>Never yet was wench so witty,<br>King so strong, or knave so clever<br>As to make him theirs for ever.<br>Though September blows no ember<br>Into flame for you this season,<br>Yet 'tis neither rhyme nor reason<br>Thus to scoff, with chilly phrases,<br>At the flames that she upraises.</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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On the house-tops sparrows marry;
Where's the laggard that would tarry
When the Spring is up and doing,
And the doves of Love are cooing?
O the lovers she discovers
Heart and heart together linking!
'Tis of them,..."></div>
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