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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578133" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sailor's Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a soft wind singing in the idle rigging,<br>High tide splashing, and a young pale moon,<br>Lights in a window and a fiddle jigging<br>Over and over there the same short tune.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, was it the tide along the ship's side sighing,<br>Or was it the sighing wind that breaths and blows,<br>Came like a voice across the deep crying,<br>Set my heart a-thinking how my garden grows?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five years ago it was I planted roses,<br>Five years ago (the bush is grown a tree):<br>Five years ago, and once I've seen my posies,<br>Five years ago - and once they bloomed for me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was home in Spring, bloom was in May then,<br>Birds all were building and buds were on the tree!<br>When the birds were flown, oh, I was far away then;<br>When the rose was open I was far at sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was home in autumn; winds of cold November<br>Shaking the leaf that shivered on the tree;<br>Brown leaves that sighed of sorrow to remember<br>Flowers that had fallen and I far at sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, many are the roads that lead you here and yonder,<br>Oh, many are the ways about the world that go;<br>But the longest way of all's the sailor's way to wander<br>To the good North Country and an Isle I know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, many are the winds about the seas a-singing,<br>Oh, many are the songs they sing both night and noon:<br>But whether it be good or ill that they come bringing<br>The best of all's the wind that blows us home in June.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home, home in June - and soon to be a-going;<br>Home, home in June - we may not long remain;<br>Home, home in June, just to see the garden growing,<br>And then fare you well till you greet us home again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Cicely+Fox+Smith">Cicely Fox Smith</a><div class=q>
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High tide splashing, and a young pale moon,
Lights in a window and a fiddle jigging
Over and over there the same short tune.

Oh, was it the tide along the ship's side sighing,
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