<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115123" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines to one who wished to read a poem I had written</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, read it not, thou wouldst not know<br> What lives within my heart,<br> For from that fount it does not flow;<br> 'Tis but the voice of Art.<br> <br> I could not bid my proud heart speak,<br> Before the idle throng;<br> Rather in silence would it break<br> With its full tide of Song.<br> <br> Yes, rather would it break, than bare,<br> To cold and careless eyes,<br> The hallowed dreams that linger there,<br> The tears and agonies.<br> <br> My lyre is skillful to repress<br> Each deep, impassioned tone;<br> Its gushing springs of tenderness<br> Would flow for one alone.<br> <br> The rock, that to the parching sand<br> Would yield no dewy drop,<br> Struck by the pilgrim prophet's want,<br> Gave all its treasure up.<br> <br> My heart then, is my only lyre;<br> The prophet hath not spoken,<br> Nor kindled its celestial fire;<br> So, let its chords be broken.<br> <br> I would not thou shouldst hear those lays,<br> Though harsh they might not be;<br> Though thou, perchance, might'st hear and praise,<br> They would not speak of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115123" data-title="Lines to one who wished to read a poem I had written de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="Nay, read it not, thou wouldst not know/ What lives within my heart,/ For from that fount it does not flow;/ 'Tis but the voice of Art./ / I could not bid my proud heart speak,/ Before the idle throng;/ Rather in silence would it break/ With i..."></div> </div> </div>

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