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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575316" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bad Year</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MAY, blighted by keen frosts, passed on to June<br>No blooms, but many a stalk with drooping leaves,<br>And arid Summer wilted these full soon,<br>And Autumn gathered up no wealthy sheaves;<br>Plaintive October saddened for the year,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wild November raged that hope was past,<br>Shrieking, “All days of life are made how drear—<br>Wild whirls of snow! and Death comes driving fast.”<br>Yet sane December when the winds fell low,<br>And cold calm light with sunshine tinkled clear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Harkened to bells more sweet than long ago,<br>And meditated in a mind sincere:—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Beneath these snows shining from yon red west<br> How sleep the blooms of some delighted May,<br>And June shall riot, lovely as the best</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> That flung their odors forth on all their way;<br> Yes, violet Spring, the balms of her soft breath,<br>Her birdlike voice, the child-joy in her air,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> <br> Her gentle colors”—sane December saith<br>“They come, they come—O heart, sigh not ‘They were.’”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+William+Thomson">Edward William Thomson</a><div class=q>
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No blooms, but many a stalk with drooping leaves,
And arid Summer wilted these full soon,
And Autumn gathered up no wealthy sheaves;
Plaintive October saddened for the year,

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