<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578443" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Splendor Of The Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet and shrill the crickets hiding in the grasses brown and lean<br>Pipe their gladness-sweeter, shriller-one would think the world was green.<br>O the haze is on the hilltops, and the haze is on the lake!<br>See it fleeing through the valley with the bold wind in its wake!<br>Mark the warm October haze!<br>Mark the splendor of the days!<br>And the mingling of the crimson with the sombre brown and grays!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the bare hills turn their furrows to the shine and to the glow;<br>If you listen you can hear it, hear a murmur soft and low-<br>'We are naked,' so the fields say, 'stripped of all our golden dress.'<br>'Heed it not,' October answers, 'for I love ye none the less.<br>Share my beauty and my cheer<br>While we rest together here,<br>In these sun-filled days of languor, in these late days of the year.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the splendor of the summer, all the springtime's light and grace,<br>All the riches of the harvest, crown her head and light her face;<br>And the wind goes sighing, sighing, as if loath to let her pass,<br>While the crickets sing exultant in the lean and withered grass.<br>O the warm October haze!<br>O the splendor of the days!<br>O the mingling of the crimson with the sombre brown and grays!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jean+Blewett">Jean Blewett</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=578443" data-title="The Splendor Of The Days de Jean Blewett" data-description="Sweet and shrill the crickets hiding in the grasses brown and lean Pipe their gladness-sweeter, shriller-one would think the world was green. O the haze is on the hilltops, and the haze is on the lake! See it fleeing through the valley with the bo..."></div> </div> </div>

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