<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535350" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Children Of Stare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Winter is fallen early <br>On the house of Stare; <br>Birds in reverberating flocks <br>Haunt its ancestral box; <br>Bright are the plenteous berries <br>In clusters in the air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Still is the fountain’s music, <br>The dark pool icy still, <br>Whereupon a small and sanguine sun <br>Floats in a mirror on, <br>Into a West of crimson, <br>From a South of daffodil. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>’Tis strange to see young children <br>In such a wintry house; <br>Like rabbits’ on the frozen snow <br>Their tell-tale footprints go; <br>Their laughter rings like timbrels <br>’Neath evening ominous: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Their small and heightened faces <br>Like wine-red winter buds; <br>Their frolic bodies gentle as <br>Flakes in the air that pass, <br>Frail as the twirling petal <br>From the briar of the woods. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Above them silence lours, <br>Still as an arctic sea; <br>Light fails; night falls; the wintry moon <br>Glitters; the crocus soon <br>Will open grey and distracted <br>On earth’s austerity: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thick mystery, wild peril, <br>Law like an iron rod:— <br>Yet sport they on in Spring’s attire, <br>Each with his tiny fire <br>Blown to a core of ardour <br>By the awful breath of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+de+la+Mare">Walter de la Mare</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=535350" data-title="The Children Of Stare de Walter de la Mare" data-description="Winter is fallen early On the house of Stare; Birds in reverberating flocks Haunt its ancestral box; Bright are the plenteous berries In clusters in the air. Still is the fountain’s music, The dark pool icy still, Whereupon a small and..."></div> </div> </div>

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