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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Trailing Arbutus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made<br>Against the bitter East their barricade,<br>And, guided by its sweet<br>Perfume, I found, within a narrow dell,<br>The trailing spring flower tinted like a shell<br>Amid dry leaves and mosses at my feet.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From under dead boughs, for whose loss the pines<br>Moaned ceaseless overhead, the blossoming vines<br>Lifted their glad surprise,<br>While yet the bluebird smoothed in leafless trees<br>His feathers ruffled by the chill sea-breeze,<br>And snow-drifts lingered under April skies.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As, pausing, o'er the lonely flower I bent,<br>I thought of lives thus lowly, clogged and pent,<br>Which yet find room,<br>Through care and cumber, coldness and decay,<br>To lend a sweetness to the ungenial day<br>And make the sad earth happier for their bloom.</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=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a></strong></div>

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