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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540179" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Two April Mornings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We walked along, while bright and red <br>Uprose the morning sun; <br>And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said, <br>'The will of God be done!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A village schoolmaster was he, <br>With hair of glittering grey; <br>As blithe a man as yon could see <br>On a spring holiday. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on that morning, through the grass, <br>And by the steaming rills, <br>We travelled merrily, to pass <br>A day among the hills. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Our work,' said I, 'was well begun, <br>Then, from thy breast what thought, <br>Beneath so beautiful a sun, <br>So sad a sigh has brought?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A second time did Matthew stop; <br>And fixing still his eye <br>Upon the eastern mountain-top, <br>To me he made reply: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yon cloud with that long purple cleft <br>Brings fresh into my mind <br>A day like this which I have left <br>Full thirty years behind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And just above yon slope of corn <br>Such colours, and no other, <br>Were in the sky, that April morn, <br>Of this the very brother. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'With rod and line I sued the sport <br>Which that sweet season gave, <br>And, to the church-yard come, stopped short <br>Beside my daughter's grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nine summers had she scarcely seen, <br>The pride of all the vale; <br>And then she sang;--she would have been <br>A very nightingale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Six feet in earth my Emma lay; <br>And yet I loved her more, <br>For so it seemed, than till that day <br>I e'er had loved before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And, turning from her grave, I met, <br>Beside the church-yard yew, <br>A blooming Girl, whose hair was wet <br>With points of morning dew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A basket on her head she bare; <br>Her brow was smooth and white: <br>To see a child so very fair, <br>It was a pure delight! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No fountain from its rocky cave <br>E'er tripped with foot so free; <br>She seemed as happy as a wave <br>That dances on the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There came from me a sigh of pain <br>Which I could ill confine; <br>I looked at her, and looked again: <br>And did not wish her mine!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Matthew is in his grave, yet now, <br>Methinks, I see him stand, <br>As at that moment, with a bough <br>Of wilding in his hand.</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>
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Uprose the morning sun; 
And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said, 
'The will of God be done!' 

A village schoolmaster was he, 
With hair of glittering grey; 
As blithe a man as yon could see 
On a spring ho..."></div>
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