<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song III: It Grew Up Without Heeding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is enough: it grew up without heeding<br>In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure,<br>And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure<br>Had no boast of the blossom, no sign of the seeding,<br>As the morning and evening passed over its treasure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what do ye say then?--That Spring long departed<br>Has brought forth no child to the softness and showers;<br>--That we slept and we dreamed through the Summer of flowers;<br>We dreamed of the Winter, and waking dead-hearted<br>Found Winter upon us and waste of dull hours. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, Spring was o'er-happy and knew not the reason,<br>And Summer dreamed sadly, for she thought all was ended<br>In her fulness of wealth that might not be amended;<br>But this is the harvest and the garnering season,<br>And the leaf and the blossom in the ripe fruit are blended. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It sprang without sowing, it grew without heeding,<br>Ye knew not its name and ye knew not its measure,<br>Ye noted it not mid your hope and your pleasure;<br>There was pain in its blossom, despair in its seeding,<br>But daylong your bosom now nurseth its treasure.</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=538851" data-title="Song III: It Grew Up Without Heeding de William Morris" data-description="Love is enough: it grew up without heeding In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure, And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure Had no boast of the blossom, no sign of the seeding, As the morning and evening passed over ..."></div> </div> </div>

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