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vendredi 17 février 2012, 08:21 - ~ Choix : Poème
There's under my lattice at dawn, a bird's song:The day is long!
And fair, out of the South the wind blows,
And soft as a maiden's cheek the morn glows.
There are flowers to gather and with them the dew,
Take them or leave them or trample a few.
Some — to pluck them I would not care;
And others — to touch them I would not dare.
At noon the sun beats white and hot;
The winds are gone, the flowers forgot.
But there's rain in the West and a chill it brings;
And there's hail in the West and it bites and it stings,
There's under my lattice at night no bird's song
And rest is long.
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