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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Daisy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN youth from rock to rock I went<br>From hill to hill in discontent<br>Of pleasure high and turbulent,<br> Most pleased when most uneasy;<br>But now my own delights I make,---<br>Thirst at every rill can slake,<br>And gladly Nature's love partake,<br> Of Thee, sweet Daisy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thee Winter in the garland wears<br>That thinly decks his few gray hairs;<br>Spring parts the clouds with softest airs,<br> That she may sun thee;<br>Whole Summer-fields are thine by right;<br>And Autumn, melancholy Wight!<br>Doth in thy crimson head delight<br> When rains are on thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In shoals and bands, a morrice train,<br>Thou greet'st the traveller in the lane;<br>Pleased at his greeting thee again;<br> Yet nothing daunted,<br>Nor grieved if thou be set at nought:<br>And oft alone in nooks remote<br>We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,<br> When such are wanted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be violets in their secret mews<br>The flowers the wanton Zephyrs choose;<br>Proud be the rose, with rains and dew<br> Her head impearling,<br>Thou liv'st with less ambitious aim,<br>Yet hast not gone without thy fame;<br>Thou art indeed by many a claim<br> The Poet's darling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If to a rock from rain he fly,<br>Or, some bright day of April sky,<br>Imprisoned by hot sunshine lie<br> Near the green holly,<br>And wearily at length should fare;<br>He need but look about, and there<br>Thou art!---a friend at hand, to care<br> His melancholy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hundred times, by rock or bower,<br>Ere thus I have lain couched an hour,<br>Have I derived from thy sweet power<br> Some apprehension<br>Some steady love; some brief delight;<br>Some memory that had taken flight;<br>Some chime of fancy wrong or right;<br> Of stray invention.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If stately passions in me burn,<br>And one chance look to Thee should turn,<br>I drink out of an humbler urn<br> A lowlier pleasure;<br>The homely sympathy that heeds<br>The common life, our nature breeds;<br>A wisdom fitted to the needs<br>Of hearts at leisure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fresh-smitten by the morning ray,<br>When thou art up, alert and gay,<br>Then, cheerful Flower! my spirits play<br> With kindred gladness:<br>And when, at dusk, by dews opprest<br>Thou sink'st, the image of thy rest<br>Hath often eased my pensive breast<br> Of careful sadness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all day long I number yet,<br>All seasons through, another debt,<br> Which I, wherever thou art met,<br>To thee am owing;<br>An instinct call it, a blind sense;<br>A happy, genial influence,<br>Coming one knows not how, nor whence,<br> Nor whither going.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Child of the Year! that round dost run<br>Thy pleasant course,---when day's begun<br>As ready to salute the sun<br> As lark or leveret,<br>Thy long-lost praise thou shalt regain;<br>Nor be less dear to future men<br>Than in old time;---thou not in vain<br> Art Nature's favourite.</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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From hill to hill in discontent
Of pleasure high and turbulent,
 Most pleased when most uneasy;
But now my own delights I make,---
Thirst at every rill can slake,
And gladly Nature's love partake,
 Of Thee, sweet ..."></div>
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