<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538827" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love's Gleaning Tide</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Draw not away thy hands, my love,<br>With wind alone the branches move,<br>And though the leaves be scant above<br>The Autumn shall not shame us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say; Let the world wax cold and drear,<br>What is the worst of all the year<br>But life, and what can hurt us, dear,<br>Or death, and who shall blame us?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, when the summer comes again<br>How shall we say, we sowed in vain?<br>The root was joy, the stem was pain<br>The ear a nameless blending.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The root is dead and gone, my love,<br>The stem's a rod our truth to prove;<br>The ear is stored for nought to move<br>Till heaven and earth have ending.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</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=538827" data-title="Love's Gleaning Tide de William Morris" data-description="Draw not away thy hands, my love, With wind alone the branches move, And though the leaves be scant above The Autumn shall not shame us. Say; Let the world wax cold and drear, What is the worst of all the year But life, and what can hurt us, dear..."></div> </div> </div>

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