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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Reward Of Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Why do we make our music?_<br>Oh, blind dark strings reply:<br>Because we dwell in a strange land<br>And remember a lost sky.<br>We ask no leaf of the laurel,<br>We know what fame is worth;<br>But our songs break out of our winter<br>As the flowers break out on the earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we dream of the unknown comrade,<br>In the days when we lie dead,<br>Who shall open our book in the sunlight,<br>And read, as ourselves have read,<br>On a lonely hill, by a firwood,<br>With whispering seas below,<br>And murmur a song we made him<br>Ages and ages ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If making his may-time sweeter<br>With dews of our own dead may,<br>One pulse of our own dead heart-strings<br>Awake in his heart that day,<br>We would pray for no richer guerdon,<br>No praise from the careless throng;<br>For song is the cry of a lover<br>In quest of an answering song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a child might run to his elders<br>With news of an opening flower<br>We should walk with our young companion<br>And talk to his heart for an hour,<br>As once by my own green firwood,<br>And once by a Western sea,<br>Thank God, my own good comrades<br>Have walked and talked with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too mighty to make men sorrow,<br>Too weak to heal their pain<br>(Though they that remember the hawthorn<br>May find their heaven again),<br>We are moved by a deeper hunger;<br>We are bound by a stronger cord;<br>For love is the heart of our music,<br>And love is its one reward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Noyes">Alfred Noyes</a><div class=q>
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Oh, blind dark strings reply:
Because we dwell in a strange land
And remember a lost sky.
We ask no leaf of the laurel,
We know what fame is worth;
But our songs break out of our winter
As the flowers break out on the e..."></div>
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