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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trees Against The Sky</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Pines against the sky,<br>Pluming the purple hill;<br>Pines . . . and I wonder why,<br>Heart, you quicken and thrill?<br>Wistful heart of a boy,<br>Fill with a strange sweet joy,<br>Lifting to Heaven nigh -<br>Pines against the sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Palms against the sky,<br>Failing the hot, hard blue;<br>Stark on the beach I lie,<br>Dreaming horizons new;<br>Heart of my youth elate,<br>Scorning a humdrum fate,<br>Keyed to adventure high -<br>Palms against the sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oaks against the sky,<br>Ramparts of leaves high-hurled,<br>Staunch to stand and defy<br>All the winds of the world;<br>Stalwart and proud and free,<br>Firing the man in me<br>To try and again to try -<br>Oaks against the sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Olives against the sky<br>Of evening, limpidly bright;<br>Tranquil and soft and shy,<br>Dreaming in amber light;<br>Breathing the peace of life,<br>Ease after toil and strife . . .<br>Hark to their silver sigh!<br>Olives against the sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Cypresses glooming the sky,<br>Stark at the end of the road;<br>Failing and faint am I,<br>Lief to be eased of my load;<br>There where the stones peer white<br>in the last of the silvery light,<br>Quiet and cold I'll lie -<br>Cypresses etching the sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Trees, trees against the sky -<br>O I have loved them well!<br>There are pleasures you cannot buy,<br>Treasurers you cannot sell,<br>And not the smallest of these<br>Is the gift and glory of trees. . . .<br>So I gaze and I know now why<br>It is good to live - and to die. . . .<br>Trees and the Infinite Sky.</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=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>

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