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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115138" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On a picture</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115138" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When Summer o'er her native hills<br> A veil of beauty spread,<br> She sat and watched her gentle fold,<br> And twined her flaxen thread.<br> <br> The mountain daisies kissed her feet,<br> The moss sprung greenest there;<br> The breath of Summer fanned her cheek,<br> And tossed her wavy hair.<br> <br> The heather and the yellow gorse<br> Bloomed over hill and wold,<br> And clothed them in a royal robe<br> Of purple and of gold.<br> <br> There rose the sky-lark's gushing song;<br> There hummed the laboring bee;<br> And merrily the mountain stream<br> Ran singing to the sea.<br> <br> But while she missed from those sweet sounds,<br> The voice she sighed to hear;<br> The song of bee, and bird, and stream,<br> Was discord to her ear.<br> <br> Nor could the bright green world around<br> A joy to her impart,<br> For still she missed the eyes that made<br> The summer of her heart.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta&d=Poems">Poems</a></em></div>

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