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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539991" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Foresight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That is work of waste and ruin-- <br>Do as Charles and I are doing! <br>Strawberry-blossoms, one and all, <br>We must spare them--here are many: <br>Look at it--the flower is small, <br>Small and low, though fair as any: <br>Do not touch it! summers two <br>I am older, Anne, than you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pull the primrose, sister Anne! <br>Pull as many as you can. <br>--Here are daisies, take your fill; <br>Pansies, and the cuckoo-flower: <br>Of the lofty daffodil <br>Make your bed, or make your bower; <br>Fill your lap, and fill your bosom; <br>Only spare the strawberry-blossom!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Primroses, the Spring may love them-- <br>Summer knows but little of them: <br>Violets, a barren kind, <br>Withered on the ground must lie; <br>Daisies leave no fruit behind <br>When the pretty flowerets die; <br>Pluck them, and another year <br>As many will be blowing here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God has given a kindlier power <br>To the favoured strawberry-flower. <br>Hither soon as spring is fled <br>You and Charles and I will walk; <br>Lurking berries, ripe and red, <br>Then will hang on every stalk, <br>Each within its leafy bower; <br>And for that promise spare the flower!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</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=539991" data-title="Foresight de William Wordsworth" data-description="That is work of waste and ruin-- Do as Charles and I are doing! Strawberry-blossoms, one and all, We must spare them--here are many: Look at it--the flower is small, Small and low, though fair as any: Do not touch it! summers two I am older..."></div> </div> </div>
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