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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339752" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Empty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can this be my poem?—this poor fragment<br>Of bald thought in meanest language dressed!<br>Can this string of rhymes be my sweet poem?<br>All its poetry wholly unexpressed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does it tell me of the dreams that wandered,<br>In the silent night-time, through my brain?<br>Of the woven web of wondrous fancies,<br>Half of keenest joy and half of pain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does it tell me of the awful beauty<br>That came down to hide this sordid earth?<br>Does it tell me of the inward crying?—<br>Of the glory whence it had its birth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only as the lamp, all dull and rusted,<br>Tells me of the flame that is put out,—<br>Of the shiny hair and happy faces<br>Lighted, when its radiance streamed about?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only as this piece of glass, now lying<br>In the shade beside me, as I sit,<br>Tells me of the soft hues of the rainbow,<br>That the morning sunshine gave to it!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only as this little flask, now smelling<br>Of the dust and mould with which 'tis lined,<br>Tells me of the lovely subtle fragrance<br>Of the perfume that it once enshrined!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only as a picture, blurred and faded,<br>Tells me of the bloom of colour there,<br>When the painter's soul was with his canvas,<br>And his paint was bright, and fresh, and fair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only as the wires and keys—notes broken,<br>Odd and scattered—tell me of a strain<br>That once filled my very soul with rapture,<br>But can never be spelled out again!<br>Only as a bare brown flower-stalk tells me<br>Of the delicate blossom that it wore;<br>Of the humming bees in silken petals,<br>And the downy butterflies it bore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only as a crazy boat, sun-blistered,<br>Drawn up high and dry upon the sands,<br>Tells me of the blue and buoyant billows<br>Bearing breezy sails to foreign lands!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only as a little dead lark, lying<br>With bedraggled wings and withered throat,<br>Tells me of the songs it heard in heaven—<br>Trying to teach me, here and there, a note!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh no! oh no! this is not my treasure—<br>This is but the shell where it has lain;<br>It is gone—the life, and light, and glory,—<br>And 'twill never come to me again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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