<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cornet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, <br>With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, <br>He suddenly lost his leader, and all the players, <br>And only heard an immortal music sung,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of dryads flashing in the green woods of April, <br>On cobwebs trembling over the deep, wet grass: <br>Fleeing their shadows with laughter, with hands uplifted, <br>Through the whirled sinister sun he saw them pass,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovely immortals gone, yet existing somewhere, <br>Still somewhere laughing in woods of immortal green, <br>Young he had lived among fires, or dreamed of living, <br>Lovers in youth once seen, or dreamed he had seen. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And watched her knees flash up, and her young hands beckon, <br>And the hair that streamed behind, and the taunting eyes. <br>He felt this place dissolving in living darkness, <br>And through the darkness he felt his childhood rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft, and shining, and sweet, hands filled with petals. . . <br>And watching her dance, he was grateful to forget <br>The fiddlers, leaning and drawing their bows together, <br>And the tired fingers on the stops of his cornet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</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=358610" data-title="The Cornet de Conrad Potter Aiken" data-description="When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, He suddenly lost his leader, and all the players, And only heard an immortal music sung,- Of dryads flashing in the green woods of Apr..."></div> </div> </div>

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