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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spice-Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the song<br>The spice-tree sings:<br>"Hunger and fire,<br>Hunger and fire,<br>Sky-born Beauty—<br>Spice of desire,"<br>Under the spice-tree<br>Watch and wait,<br>Burning maidens<br>And lads that mate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spice-tree spreads<br>And its boughs come down<br>Shadowing village and farm and town.<br>And none can see<br>But the pure of heart<br>The great green leaves<br>And the boughs descending,<br>And hear the song that is never ending.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The deep roots whisper,<br>The branches say:—<br>"Love to-morrow,<br>And love to-day,<br>And till Heaven's day,<br>And till Heaven's day."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon is a bird's nest in its branches,<br>The moon is hung in its topmost spaces.<br>And there, to-night, two doves play house<br>While lovers watch with uplifted faces.<br>Two doves go home<br>To their nest, the moon.<br>It is woven of twigs of broken light,<br>With threads of scarlet and threads of gray<br>And a lining of down for silk delight.<br>To their Eden, the moon, fly home our doves,<br>Up through the boughs of the great spice-tree;—<br>And one is the kiss I took from you,<br>And one is the kiss you gave to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</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=532791" data-title="The Spice-Tree de Vachel Lindsay" data-description="This is the song The spice-tree sings: "Hunger and fire, Hunger and fire, Sky-born Beauty— Spice of desire," Under the spice-tree Watch and wait, Burning maidens And lads that mate. The spice-tree spreads And its boughs come down Sha..."></div> </div> </div>
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