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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spring In Canada</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SEASON of life's renewal, love's rebirth, <br>And all hope's young espousals; in your dream, <br>I feel once more the ancient stirrings of Earth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now in your moods benign of sun and wind, <br>The worn and aged, winter-wrinkled Earth, <br>Forgetting sorrow, sleep and iced snows, <br>Turns joyful to the glad sun bland and kind, <br>And in his kiss forgets her ancient woes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men scorn thy name in song in these late days <br>When life is sordid, crude, material, grim, <br>And love a laughter unto brutish minds, <br>Song a weariness or an idle whim, <br>The scoff of herds of this world's soulless hinds, <br>Deaf to the melody of your brooks and winds, <br>Blind to the beauty of your splendid dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because earth's hounds and jackals bay the moon, <br>Must then poor Philomel forbear to sing, <br>Or that life's barn fowl croak in dismal tune, <br>Love's lark in heaven fail to lift her wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And even I, who feel thine ancient dreams, <br>Do hail thee, wondrous Spring, <br>Love's rare magician of this waking world, <br>Who turnest to melody all Earth's harshest themes, <br>And buildest beauty out of each bleak thing <br>In being, where thy roseate dreams are furled. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In thee, old age once more renews his youth, <br>And turns him kindling to his memoried past, <br>Reviving golden moments now no more, <br>By blossoming wood and wide sun-winnowed shore; <br>While youth by some supreme, divine intent, <br>Some spirit beneath all moods that breathe and move, <br>Builds o'er all earth a luminous, tremulous tent <br>In which to dream and love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All elements and spirits stir and wake <br>From haunts of dream and death. <br>Loosened the waters from their iced chains <br>Go roaring by loud ways from fen and lake, <br>While all the world is filled with voice of rains, <br>And tender droppings toward the unborn flowers, <br>And rosy shoots in sunward blossoming bowers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loosened, the snows of Winter, cerements <br>From off the corpse of Autumn, waste and flee; <br>Loosened the gyves of slumber, plain and stream, <br>And all the spirits of life who build and dream <br>Enfranchised, glad and free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far out around the world by woods and meres, <br>Rises, like morn from night, a magic haze, <br>Filled with dim pearly hints of unborn days, <br>Of April's smiles and tears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far in the misty woodlands, myriad buds, <br>Shut leaves and petals, peeping one by one, <br>As in a night, leafy infinitudes, <br>By some kind inward magic of the sun, <br>Where yestereve the sad-voiced lonesome wind <br>Wailed a wild melody of mad Winter's mind, <br>Now clothed with tremulous glories of the Spring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or in low meadow lands some chattering brook <br>But last eve silent, or in slumbrous tune <br>Whispering hushed melodies to the wan-faced moon, <br>Like life slow ebbing; now with all life's dowers, <br>Goes loudly shouting down the joyous hours. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wan weeds and clovers, tiny spires of green, <br>Rising from myriad meadows and far fields, <br>Drinking within the warm rains sweet and clear; <br>Put on the infinite glory of the year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After long months of waiting, months of woe, <br>Months of withered age and sleep and death, <br>Months of bleak cerements of iced snow, <br>After dim shrunken days and long-drawn nights <br>Of pallid storm and haunted northern lights, <br>Wakens the song, the bud, the brook, the thrill, <br>The glory of being and the petalled breath,— <br>The newer wakening of a magic will, <br>Of life re-stirring to its infinite deeps, <br>By wave and shore and hooded mere and hill;— <br>And I, too, blind and dumb, and filled with fear, <br>Life-gyved and frozen, like a prisoned thing, <br>Feel all this glory of the waking year, <br>And my heart fluttering like a young bird's wing, <br>Doth tune itself in joyful guise to sing <br>The splendour and hope of all the splendid year, <br>The magic dream of Spring !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wilfred+Campbell">William Wilfred Campbell</a><div class=q>
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And all hope's young espousals; in your dream, 
I feel once more the ancient stirrings of Earth. 

Now in your moods benign of sun and wind, 
The worn and aged, winter-wrinkled Earth, 
Forgetting sorrow, ..."></div>
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