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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Do Poets Want With Gold?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What do poets want with gold,<br>Cringing slaves and cushioned ease;<br>Are not crusts and garments old<br>Better for their souls than these?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gold is but the juggling rod<br>Of a false usurping god,<br>Graven long ago in hell<br>With a sombre stony spell,<br>Working in the world forever.<br>Hate is not so strong to sever<br>Beating human heart from heart.<br>Soul from soul we shrink and part,<br>And no longer hail each other<br>With the ancient name of brother<br>Give the simple poet gold,<br>And his song will die of cold.<br>He must walk with men that reel<br>On the rugged path, and feel<br>Every sacred soul that is<br>Beating very near to his.<br>Simple, human, careless, free,<br>As God made him, he must be:<br>For the sweetest song of bird<br>Is the hidden tenor heard<br>In the dusk, an even-flush,<br>From the forest's inner hush,<br>Of the simple hermit thrush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What do poets want with love?<br>Flowers that shiver out of hand,<br>And the fervid fruits that prove<br>Only bitter broken sand?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poets speak of passion best,<br>When their dreams are undistressed,<br>And the sweetest songs are sung,<br>E'er the inner heart is stung.<br>Let them dream; 'tis better so;<br>Ever dream, but never know.<br>If the their spirits once have drained<br>All that goblet crimson-stained,<br>Finding what they dreamed divine,<br>Only earthly sluggish wine,<br>Sooner will the warm lips pale,<br>And the flawless voices fail,<br>Sooner come the drooping wing,<br>And the afterdays that bring,<br>No such songs as did the spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+Lampman">Archibald Lampman</a><div class=q>
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Cringing slaves and cushioned ease;
Are not crusts and garments old
Better for their souls than these?

Gold is but the juggling rod
Of a false usurping god,
Graven long ago in hell
With a sombre stony spell,
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