<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Sister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the first mild day of March: <br>Each minute sweeter than before <br>The redbreast sings from the tall larch <br>That stands beside our door. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a blessing in the air, <br>Which seems a sense of joy to yield <br>To the bare trees, and mountains bare, <br>And grass in the green field. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister! ('tis a wish of mine) <br>Now that our morning meal is done, <br>Make haste, your morning task resign; <br>Come forth and feel the sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Edward will come with you;--and, pray, <br>Put on with speed your woodland dress; <br>And bring no book: for this one day <br>We'll give to idleness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No joyless forms shall regulate <br>Our living calendar: <br>We from to-day, my Friend, will date <br>The opening of the year. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, now a universal birth, <br>From heart to heart is stealing, <br>From earth to man, from man to earth: <br>--It is the hour of feeling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One moment now may give us more <br>Than years of toiling reason: <br>Our minds shall drink at every pore <br>The spirit of the season. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some silent laws our hearts will make, <br>Which they shall long obey: <br>We for the year to come may take <br>Our temper from to-day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And from the blessed power that rolls <br>About, below, above, <br>We'll frame the measure of our souls: <br>They shall be tuned to love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then come, my Sister! come, I pray, <br>With speed put on your woodland dress; <br>And bring no book: for this one day <br>We'll give to idleness.</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=540224" data-title="To My Sister de William Wordsworth" data-description="It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bar..."></div> </div> </div>

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