<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses For Pictures</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am Day; I bring again<br>Life and glory, Love and pain:<br>Awake, arise! from death to death<br>Through me the World’s tale quickeneth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring am I, too soft of heart<br>Much to speak ere I depart:<br>Ask the Summer-tide to prove<br>The abundance of my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Summer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Summer looked for long am I;<br>Much shall change or e’er I die.<br>Prithee take it not amiss<br>Though I weary thee with bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Autumn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laden Autumn here I stand<br>Worn of heart, and weak of hand:<br>Nought but rest seems good to me,<br>Speak the word that sets me free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Winter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am Winter, that do keep<br>Longing safe amidst of sleep:<br>Who shall say if I were dead<br>What should be remembered?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am Night: I bring again<br>Hope of pleasure, rest from pain:<br>Thoughts unsaid ’twixt Life and Death<br>My fruitful silence quickeneth.</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=538895" data-title="Verses For Pictures de William Morris" data-description="Day. I am Day; I bring again Life and glory, Love and pain: Awake, arise! from death to death Through me the World’s tale quickeneth. Spring. Spring am I, too soft of heart Much to speak ere I depart: Ask the Summer-tide to prove The abundanc..."></div> </div> </div>

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