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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535223" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Warble Of Lilac-Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WARBLE me now, for joy of Lilac-time,<br> Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature's sake, and sweet life's<br> sake--and death's the same as life's,<br> Souvenirs of earliest summer--birds' eggs, and the first berries;<br> Gather the welcome signs, (as children, with pebbles, or stringing<br> shells;)<br> Put in April and May--the hylas croaking in the ponds--the elastic<br> air,<br> Bees, butterflies, the sparrow with its simple notes,<br> Blue-bird, and darting swallow--nor forget the high-hole flashing his<br> golden wings,<br> The tranquil sunny haze, the clinging smoke, the vapor,<br> Spiritual, airy insects, humming on gossamer wings,<br> Shimmer of waters, with fish in them--the cerulean above; 10<br> All that is jocund and sparkling--the brooks running,<br> The maple woods, the crisp February days, and the sugar-making;<br> The robin, where he hops, bright-eyed, brown-breasted,<br> With musical clear call at sunrise, and again at sunset,<br> Or flitting among the trees of the apple-orchard, building the nest<br> of his mate;<br> The melted snow of March--the willow sending forth its yellow-green<br> sprouts;<br> --For spring-time is here! the summer is here! and what is this in it<br> and from it?<br> Thou, Soul, unloosen'd--the restlessness after I know not what;<br> Come! let us lag here no longer--let us be up and away!<br> O for another world! O if one could but fly like a bird! 20<br> O to escape--to sail forth, as in a ship!<br> To glide with thee, O Soul, o'er all, in all, as a ship o'er the<br> waters!<br> --Gathering these hints, these preludes--the blue sky, the grass, the<br> morning drops of dew;<br> (With additional songs--every spring will I now strike up additional<br> songs,<br> Nor ever again forget, these tender days, the chants of Death as well<br> as Life;)<br> The lilac-scent, the bushes, and the dark green, heart-shaped leaves,<br> Wood violets, the little delicate pale blossoms called innocence,<br> Samples and sorts not for themselves alone, but for their atmosphere,<br> To tally, drench'd with them, tested by them,<br> Cities and artificial life, and all their sights and scenes, 30<br> My mind henceforth, and all its meditations--my recitatives,<br> My land, my age, my race, for once to serve in songs,<br> (Sprouts, tokens ever of death indeed the same as life,)<br> To grace the bush I love--to sing with the birds,<br> A warble for joy of Lilac-time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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 Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature's sake, and sweet life's
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 Souvenirs of earliest summer--birds' eggs, and the first berries;
 Gather the welcome signs, (as childre..."></div>
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