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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391085" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Poet Came</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391085" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The ferny places gleam at morn,<br>The dew drips off the leaves of corn;<br>Along the brook a mist of white<br>Fades as a kiss on lips of light;<br>For, lo! the poet with his pipe<br>Finds all these melodies are ripe!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391085" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Far up within the cadenced June<br>Floats, silver-winged, a living tune<br>That winds within the morning's chime<br>And sets the earth and sky to rhyme;<br>For, lo! the poet, absent long,<br>Breathes the first raptures of his song!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391085" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Across the clover-blossoms, wet,<br>With dainty clumps of violet,<br>And wild red roses in her hair,<br>There comes a little maiden fair.<br>I cannot more of June rehearse--<br>She is the ending of my verse.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391085" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah, nay! For through perpetual days<br>Of summer gold and filmy haze,<br>When Autumn dies in Winter's sleet,<br>I yet will see those dew-washed feet,<br>And o'er the tracts of Life and Time<br>They make the cadence for my rhyme.</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>