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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115187" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ideal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"How the shadow the Ideal throws before it darkens the actual." -- Zanoni<br> <br> "La vie est un sommeil, l'amour en est le rêve;."<br> <br> A sad, sweet dream; it fell upon my soul<br>  When song and thought first woke their echoes there,<br> Swaying my spirit to its wild control,<br>  And with the shadow of a fond despair<br> Darkening the fountain of my young life's stream --<br> It haunts me still, and yet I know 'tis but a dream.<br> <br> Whence art thou, shadowy presence, that canst hide<br>  From my charmed sight the glorious things of earth?<br> A mirage o'er life's desert dost thou glide?<br>  Or, with those glimmerings of a former birth,<br> A "trailing cloud of glory," hast thou come<br> From some bright world afar, our unremembered home?<br> <br> I know thou dwell'st not in this dull cold Real,<br>  I know thy home is in some brighter sphere;<br> I know I shall not meet thee, my Ideal!<br>  In the dark wanderings that await me here --<br> Why comes thy gentle image then to me,<br> Wasting my night of life in one long dream of thee!<br> <br> The city's peopled solitude, the glare<br>  Of festal halls, moonlight and music's tone,<br> All breathe the sad refrain thou art not there;<br>  And even with Nature, I am still alone;<br> With joy I watch her summer bloom depart --<br> I love drear winter's reign -- 'tis winter in my heart.<br> <br> And if I sigh upon my brow to see<br>  The deepening shadow of Time's fleeting wing,<br> 'Tis for the youth I might not give to thee, --<br>  The vanished brightness of my first sweet spring;<br> That I might give thee not the joyous form,<br> Unsworn by bitter tears, unblighted by the storm.<br> <br> And when the hearts I should be proud to win,<br>  Breathe, in those tones that woman holds so dear,<br> Words of impassioned homage unto mine,<br>  Coldly and harsh they fall upon my ear;<br> And as I listen to the fervent vow,<br> My weary heart replies, "Alas! it is not thou!"<br> <br> And when the thoughts within my spirit glow,<br>  That would outpour themselves in words of fire,<br> If some kind influence bade the music flow,<br>  Like that which woke the notes of Memnon's lyre;<br> Thou, sunlight of my life! wakest not the lay --<br> And song within my heart unuttered dies away.<br> <br> Depart, oh shadow! fatal dream, depart!<br>  Go, I conjure thee; leave me this poor life,<br> And I will meet with firm, heroic heart,<br>  Its threatening storms and its tumultuous strife,<br> And with the Poet-Seer will see thee stand,<br> To welcome my approach to thine own Spirit-land.</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>
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