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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Laughers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring!<br>And her hidden bugles up the street.<br>Spring -- and the sweet<br>Laughter of winds at the crossing;<br>Laughter of birds and a fountain tossing<br>Its hair in abandoned ecstasies.<br>Laughter of trees.<br>Laughter of shop-girls that giggle and blush;<br>Laugh of the tug-boat's impertinent fife.<br>Laughter followed by a trembling hush --<br>Laughter of love, scarce whispered aloud.<br>Then, stilled by no sacredness or strife,<br>Laughter that leaps from the crowd;<br>Seizing the world in a rush.<br>Laughter of life...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth takes deep breaths like a man who had feared he might smother,<br>Filling his lungs before bursting into a shout....<br>Windows are opened -- curtains flying out;<br>Over the wash-lines women call to each other.<br>And, under the calling, there surges, too clearly to doubt,<br>Spring, with the noises<br>Of shrill, little voices;<br>Joining in 'Tag' and the furious chase<br>Of 'I-spy,' 'Red Rover' and 'Prisoner's Base';<br>Of the roller-skates whir at the sidewalk's slope,<br>Of boys playing marbles and girls skipping rope.<br>And there, down the avenue, behold,<br>The first true herald of the Spring --<br>The hand-organ gasping and wheezily murmuring<br>Its tunes ten-years old....<br>And the music, trivial and tawdry, has freshness and magical swing.<br>And over and under it,<br>During and after --<br>The laughter<br>Of Spring!...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lifted still<br>With the common thrill,<br>With the throbbing air, the tingling vapor,<br>That rose like strong and mingled wines;<br>I turned to my paper,<br>And read these lines:<br>'Now that the Spring is here,<br>The war enters its bloodiest phase...<br>The men are impatient....<br>Bad roads, storms and the rigors of the winter<br>Have held back the contending armies....<br>But the recruits have arrived,<br>And are waiting only the first days of warm weather....<br>There will be terrible fighting along the whole line --<br>Now that Spring has come.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I put the paper down... Something struck out the sun -- something unseen;<br>Something arose like a dark wave to drown<br>The golden streets with a sickly green.<br>Something polluted the blossoming day<br>With the touch of decay.<br>The music thinned and died;<br>People seemed hollow-eyed.<br>Even the faces of children, where gaiety lingers,<br>Sagged and drooped like banners about to be furled--<br>And Silence laid its bony fingers<br>On the lips of the world...<br>A grisly quiet with the power to choke;<br>A quiet that only one thing broke;<br>One thing alone rose up thereafter...<br>Laughter!<br>Laughter of streams running red.<br>Laughter of evil things in the night;<br>Vultures carousing over the dead;<br>Laughter of ghouls.<br>Chuckling of idiots, cursed with sight.<br>Laughter of dark and horrible pools.<br>Scream of the bullets' rattling mirth,<br>Sweeping the earth.<br>Laugh of the cannon's poisonous breath....<br>And over the shouts and the wreckage and crumbling<br>The raucous and rumbling<br>Laughter of death.<br>Death that arises to sing, --<br>Hailing the Spring!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louis+Untermeyer">Louis Untermeyer</a><div class=q>
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And her hidden bugles up the street.
Spring -- and the sweet
Laughter of winds at the crossing;
Laughter of birds and a fountain tossing
Its hair in abandoned ecstasies.
Laughter of trees.
Laughter of shop-girls that giggle and blush;
Laug..."></div>
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