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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thunder In The Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the boughs of the garden hang heavy with rain<br>And the blackbird reneweth his song,<br>And the thunder departing yet rolleth again,<br>I remember the ending of wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the day that was dusk while his death was aloof<br>Is ending wide-gleaming and strange<br>For the clearness of all things beneath the world’s roof,<br>I call back the wild chance and the change.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For once we twain sat through the hot afternoon<br>While the rain held aloof for a while,<br>Till she, the soft-clad, for the glory of June<br>Changed all with the change of her smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For her smile was of longing, no longer of glee,<br>And her fingers, entwined with mine own,<br>With caresses unquiet sought kindness of me<br>For the gift that I never had known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then down rushed the rain, and the voice of the thunder<br>Smote dumb all the sound of the street,<br>And I to myself was grown nought but a wonder,<br>As she leaned down my kisses to meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That she craved for my lips that had craved her so often,<br>And the hand that had trembled to touch,<br>That the tears filled her eyes I had hoped not to soften<br>In this world was a marvel too much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was dusk ’mid the thunder, dusk e’en as the night,<br>When first brake out our love like the storm,<br>But no night-hour was it, and back came the light<br>While our hands with each other were warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And her smile killed with kisses, came back as at first<br>As she rose up and led me along,<br>And out to the garden, where nought was athirst,<br>And the blackbird renewing his song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth’s fragrance went with her, as in the wet grass,<br>Her feet little hidden were set;<br>She bent down her head, ’neath the roses to pass,<br>And her arm with the lily was wet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the garden we wandered while day waned apace<br>And the thunder was dying aloof;<br>Till the moon o’er the minster-wall lifted his face,<br>And grey gleamed out the lead of the roof.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we turned from the blossoms, and cold were they grown:<br>In the trees the wind westering moved;<br>Till over the threshold back fluttered her gown,<br>And in the dark house was I loved.</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>
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And the blackbird reneweth his song,
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I remember the ending of wrong.

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