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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Armenian Folk-Song--The Stork</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Welcome, O truant stork!<br>And where have you been so long?<br>And do you bring that grace of spring<br>That filleth my heart with song?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Descend upon my roof--<br>Bide on this ash content;<br>I would have you know what cruel woe<br>Befell me when you went.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All up in the moody sky<br>(A shifting threat o'er head!)<br>They were breaking the snow and bidding it go<br>Cover the beautiful dead.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Came snow on garden spot,<br>Came snow on mere and wold,<br>Came the withering breath of white robed death,<br>And the once warm earth was cold.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Stork, the tender rose tree,<br>That bloometh when you are here,<br>Trembled and sighed like a waiting bride--<br>Then drooped on a virgin bier.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the brook that hath seen you come<br>Leaps forth with a hearty shout,<br>And the crocus peeps from the bed where it sleeps<br>To know what the noise is about.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Welcome, O honest friend!<br>And bide on my roof content;<br>For my heart would sing of the grace of spring,<br>When the winter of woe is spent.</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=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a></strong></div>

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