<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A-Roving</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN the sap runs up the tree.<br> And the vine runs o’er the wall,<br>When the blossom draws the bee,<br> From the forest comes a call,<br>Wild, and clear, and sweet, and strange,<br> Many-tongued and murmuring<br>Like the river in the range—<br> ’Tis the joyous voice of Spring! <br>On the boles of grey, old trees,<br> See the flying sunbeams play<br>Mystic, soundless melodies—<br> A fantastic march and gay;<br>But the young leaves hear them—hark<br> How they rustle, every one!—<br>And the sap beneath the bark<br> Hearing, leaps to meet the sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the world is wondrous fair<br> When the tide of life’s at flood!<br>There is magic in the air,<br> There is music in the blood;<br>And a glamour draws us on<br> To the distance, rainbow-spanned,<br>And the road we tread upon<br> Is the road to Fairyland. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo! the elders hear the sweet<br> Voice, and know the wondrous song;<br>And their ancient pulses beat<br> To a tune forgotten long;<br>And they talk in whispers low,<br> With a smile and with a sigh,<br>Of the years of long ago,<br> And the roving days gone by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</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=533727" data-title="A-Roving de Victor James Daley" data-description="WHEN the sap runs up the tree. And the vine runs o’er the wall, When the blossom draws the bee, From the forest comes a call, Wild, and clear, and sweet, and strange, Many-tongued and murmuring Like the river in the range— ’Tis the joyou..."></div> </div> </div>

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