Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354827" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poet to...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long ere I knew thee—years of loveless days, <br> A shape would gather from my dreams, and pour <br>The soul-sweet influence of its gentle gaze <br> Into my heart, to thrill it to the core: <br>Then would I wake, with lonely heart to pine <br>For the nocturnal image—it was thine. <br>Thine—for though long with a fond moody heed <br> I sought to find it in the beauteous creatures <br>I met in the world’s ways, twas but to bleed <br> With disappointment, for all forms, all features, <br>Yet left it void of living counterpart— <br>The shadowy mistress of my yearning heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine—when I saw thee first thou seem’dst to me <br> A being known, yet beautifully new! <br>As when, to crown some sage’s theory, <br> Amid heaven’s sisterhoods, into shining view <br>Comes the conjectured star!—his lucky name <br>To halo thenceforth with its virgin flame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I forget! Far from thy rural home, <br> Behold I wander mid primeval woods, <br>In which but savage things are wont to roam, <br> Mixing fond questionings with solitude’s <br>Wild voices, where amid her glades and dells <br>Enwrapt in twilight trance her shadowy presence dwells. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the Hunter, with a swollen speed, <br> Rushes in thunder at my side, but wears <br>A softened mien whene’er its reaches lead <br> My vision westward—where pale fancy rears <br>Thy wood—next by that brook whose murmurs first, <br>As with a flattering heed, my love’s new gladness nurst. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with the river’s murmur, oft a tone <br> Of that far brook seems blending; accents, too, <br>Of the dear voice there heard—that voice alone <br> To me unequalled,—like a silvery dew <br>Honeyed with manna, dropping near me seems, <br>As oft I listen, lost in rich memorial dreams. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But vain these musings! Though my spirit’s bride, <br> Thou knewest not of my love! Though all my days <br>Must henceforth be inevitably dyed <br> Or bright, or dark, through thee,—this missive says <br>Thy lot is cast, and thou a wife wilt be <br>Ere I again may look (if e’er again) on thee! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poet’s doom is on me! Poets make <br> Beauty immortal, and yet luckless miss <br>The charms they sing; martyrs at fortune’s stake, <br> As if their soul’s capacity for bliss <br>Might else mix earth with heaven, and so annul <br>That want which makes man seek the world-wide beautiful! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, ye wild woods and waters of the earth, <br> How changed (with all things) shall ye grow to me! <br>And even the spirit of your summer mirth <br> Moan pine-like in the woods of memory; <br>Still, shorn of nearer joy, my heart alone <br>Out in the mother-whole may henceforth seek its own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354827" data-title="A Poet to... de Charles Harpur" data-description="Long ere I knew thee—years of loveless days, 
 A shape would gather from my dreams, and pour 
The soul-sweet influence of its gentle gaze 
 Into my heart, to thrill it to the core: 
Then would I wake, with lonely heart to pine 
For the nocturnal..."></div>
</div>
</div>