<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Chanted Calendar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FIRST came the primrose,<br>On the bank high,<br>Like a maiden looking forth<br>From the window of a tower<br>When the battle rolls below,<br>So look'd she,<br>And saw the storms go by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came the wind-flower<br>In the valley left behind,<br>As a wounded maiden, pale<br>With purple streaks of woe,<br>When the battle has roll'd by<br>Wanders to and fro,<br>So totter'd she,<br>Dishevell'd in the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came the daisies,<br>On the first of May,<br>Like a banner'd show's advance<br>While the crowd runs by the way,<br>With ten thousand flowers about them <br>they came trooping through the fields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a happy people come,<br>So came they,<br>As a happy people come<br>When the war has roll'd away,<br>With dance and tabor, pipe and drum,<br>And all make holiday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came the cowslip,<br>Like a dancer in the fair,<br>She spread her little mat of green,<br>And on it danced she.<br>With a fillet bound about her brow,<br>A fillet round her happy brow,<br>A golden fillet round her brow,<br>And rubies in her hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</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=523116" data-title="A Chanted Calendar de Sydney Thompson Dobell" data-description="FIRST came the primrose, On the bank high, Like a maiden looking forth From the window of a tower When the battle rolls below, So look'd she, And saw the storms go by. Then came the wind-flower In the valley left behind, As a wounded maiden, pale..."></div> </div> </div>

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