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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=349942" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Disenchanted</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, I thought this forest must be true,<br>And would not change because of my changed eyes;<br>I thought the growing things were as I knew,<br>And not a mock; I thought at least the skies<br>Were honest and would keep that happy blue<br>They used to wear before I learned to see<br>.But woe the day!<br>Lo, I have wandered forth and thought to stay<br>Here where some gladness still might be for me,<br>Where some delight<br>Should still break on my now too faithful sight;<br>And, lo, not even here may I go free.<br>Oh, hateful knowledge, pass and let me be:<br>Why am I made thy slave? why am I wise<br>Who once beheld all life with glamoured eyes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, woe the day! this bleak and shrivelled wood,<br>These rotted leaves, and all the wild flowers dead:<br>And here the ferns lie bruised and brown that stood<br>My tall green shelter: and, above my head,<br>The naked creaking branches show the sky<br>Athwart their lattice one murk sunless grey<br>Ah, woe the day!<br>I see, and beauty has all passed away.<br>Woe for my desolate wisdom, woe! Ah why<br>Must the sweet spell be broken ere I die?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear glad-tongued lark, come down and talk with me;<br>Tell me, oh tell me, hast thou caught, maybe,<br>Some little word,<br>Some word from heaven to make the meaning plain<br>Of this great change, or change me back again?<br>And, chattering sparrow from the eaves, come here<br>And tell me, thou who seest men so near,<br>Canst thou have heard<br>Some talk among them, out of all their lore,<br>To teach me, who have learned to see as they,<br>To be like them still more<br>And smile at hateful things or pass them o'er?<br>Sky-bird and house-bird, do you know the way?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come hither, let me tell you all my woe;<br>Have you not known me in my carelessness?<br>I was that joyous child, not long ago,<br>The fairies hid away from life's distress<br>And eager weariness of burdened men<br>To live their darling in the elfin glen;<br>I was that thing of mirth and fantasies,<br>More antic than young squirrels at their play,<br>More wilful wanton than coy butterflies<br>Teasing the flowers with make-believes to kiss,<br>More happy than the early thrush whose lay<br>Awakes the woodlands with spring melodies<br>And sings the year to summer with his bliss:<br>And now I am so sad:<br>For, listen, I am wise, my eyes see truth,<br>And nothing wears the brightness that it had,<br>Nothing is fair or glad;<br>All joy and grace were dreams, dead with my fairy youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, had you seen our home!<br>For the great hall one amethyst clear dome<br>Fretted with silver or, who could say which,<br>With white pure moonbeams; and the floors made rich<br>With patens of all rare translucent gems<br>And musky flower-buds bending down their stems<br>For weight of diamonds that hung like dews;<br>And everywhere the radiance of carved gold,<br>And pearls' soft shimmer, and quick various hues<br>Of mystic opals glinting manifold;<br>And everywhere the music and the gleams<br>Of clear cool water's sparkling iris beams<br>In emerald and crystal fountains wrought<br>Like river lilies with their buds and leaves,<br>Or as late briar shoots caught<br>In the first glittering rime-webs blithe October weaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah me, so fair, so bright!<br>Had you but seen! But, lo, the other night<br>I was alone and watching how the sky<br>Made a new star each moment and grew dim,<br>And singing to the moon, when he came by,<br>The wise weird man—what need had I of him?—<br>The wise weird man who can see fairy folk<br>And break all spells, he saw me and he spoke<br>'Poor changeling child,<br>How is thy heart beguiled,<br>And thy blind eyes made foolish with false sight!<br>Let the spell end: be wise, and see aright.'<br>Then with a frozen salve that brought sharp tears<br>Signed both my eyes, and went. And from that hour<br>I am made weary with the cruel dower<br>Of sight for evil. For mine eyes before<br>Made beauty where they looked, and saw no more.<br>Ah happy eyes! Ah sweet, blind, cheated years!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! the glories of our fairy halls:<br>Alas! the blossoms and the gems and gold:<br>Dreams, dreams, and lies.<br>Broken and clammy are the earthen walls,<br>The mildew is their silvering; where of old<br>The jewels shimmered shimmers moist and cold<br>The dew of oozing damps; and, for the dyes<br>And the fair shapes of diamond laden flowers,<br>Foul toadstool growths that never saw the skies;<br>And, for the fountains,pools; and, for the bowers,<br>Blank caves. Nought, nought in its old gracious guise.<br>And what is left for beauty is a mock:<br>Spangles and gilt and glass for precious things,<br>Bedraggled tinsel gauzes to enfrock<br>Unlovely nakedness of earth and rock,<br>And painted images and cozenings.<br>Ah me! ah me! the beauty, the delight:<br>Dreams, dreams, and lies.<br>Ah me! and a curse more has come with sight;<br>There is no sweetness left me for my ears:<br>For when they sing the fairy melodies,<br>Like voice of laughters and like voice of sighs<br>And voice of running brooks and voice of birds<br>And voice of lovers' wooing, and the words<br>Are those that fill the heart of each who hears,<br>I hate the song, for I hear all the while<br>'Dreams, dreams, and lies.'<br>Yea, and I see no loving in a smile;<br>For, when they soothe me tenderly, and praise,<br>And speak the soft words of the former days,<br>My heart is cold and wise as are mine eyes,<br>And I grow sick of pleasant flatteries<br>And talk of bliss and ancient merry ways:<br>For, lo, the hollow old content was vain, How shall it live again?<br>Dreams, dreams, and lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And even here is change. For not till now<br>Have I seen barrenness, and leaves lie dank.<br>For me the leaf was green upon the bough<br>The livelong year, my tall ferns never sank,<br>Some sweet and tender blossom always grew,<br>The summer and the winter skies were blue;<br>And when the snow came in a winter freak<br>To make the blossoms play me hide and seek<br>I laughed because I knew that they were there.<br>Ah woe is me!<br>I said 'I will steal forth and make my lair,<br>Like some strayed foxcub, in the sheltered wood,<br>For that will be as it was wont to be:<br>And I will live among the careless birds<br>And happy forest beasts and insect herds<br>Who in blithe wanderings find their easy food,<br>And feed and sport and rest in ceaseless glee,<br>Having their world all real and all fair.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! for it was falseness even here!<br>The beauty has gone by, it was my dream,<br>And all the black and dripping trees lie bare,<br>Soddening in fog and in dull mists that steam<br>From the unwholesome barren earth and where<br>The dead leaves fester that were born this year.<br>Ah me, I am grown wise, my sight is clear:<br>And to see clear is weeping, wisdom is despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kind birds, oh tell me, whither shall I hie?<br>Dear lark, hast thou looked down out of thy sky<br>On the sweet quiet of some summer land<br>Where truth and beauty yet go hand in hand?—<br>Nay, but would'st thou be here!<br>Tell me, half human sparrow, hast thou seen,<br>Among the homes of men where thine has been,<br>A home where I might be among my kind<br>And love it, and love them, not being blind?<br>Tell me; draw near.<br>Oh answer me, for now I learn desires<br>For men's strong life to stir me, and were fain<br>To lose old dreams, warm by their hearthside fires.<br>Yea, and I must go, though it all were pain:<br>The doom of my new'wisdom is on me.<br>Woe for my fairy youth! Man among men<br>I must go forth and suffer, for I see.<br>Woe for the blind days in the happy glen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the lark answered 'Nay, I am not wise;<br>I can teach nought. Only, the other day,<br>I heard them singing who sing in the skies,<br>And ceaselessly I whisper low that lay,<br>To sing it when the summer comes again:<br>'In the world are Love and Pain:<br>Foes yet lovers they remain:<br>Pain strengthens Love till Love slay Pain.''<br>The sparrow said 'I could not hear thee plain,<br>For I was chirruping the merry rhyme<br>I heard men sing last night at supper-time:<br>'Reap the grain, and sow the grain,<br>To grow by sunshine and by rain.''<br>Then the sad fairies' foster-child arose,<br>And saw the grey day darkening to its close,<br>And passed out from the wood, and wandered down,<br>Along the misty hillside, to the town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Augusta+Davies+Webster">Augusta Davies Webster</a><div class=q>
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