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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To M.H.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our walk was far among the ancient trees: <br>There was no road, nor any woodman's path; <br>But a thick umbrage--checking the wild growth <br>Of weed and sapling, along soft green turf <br>Beneath the branches--of itself had made <br>A track, that brought us to a slip of lawn, <br>And a small bed of water in the woods. <br>All round this pool both flocks and herds might drink <br>On its firm margin, even as from a well, <br>Or some stone-basin which the herdsman's hand <br>Had shaped for their refreshment; nor did sun, <br>Or wind from any quarter, ever come, <br>But as a blessing to this calm recess, <br>This glade of water and this one green field. <br>The spot was made by Nature for herself; <br>The travellers know it not, and 'twill remain <br>Unknown to them; but it is beautiful; <br>And if a man should plant his cottage near, <br>Should sleep beneath the shelter of its trees, <br>And blend its waters with his daily meal, <br>He would so love it, that in his death-hour <br>Its image would survive among his thoughts: <br>And therefore, my sweet MARY, this still Nook, <br>With all its beeches, we have named from You!</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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Of weed and sapling, along soft green turf 
Beneath the branches--of itself had made 
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