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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Webster Ford</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you remember, O Delphic Apollo,<br>The sunset hour by the river, when Mickey M'Grew<br>Cried, &quot;There's a ghost,&quot; and I, &quot;It's Delphic Apollo&quot;;<br>And the son of the banker derided us, saying, &quot;It's light<br>By the flags at the water's edge, you half-witted fools.&quot;<br>And from thence, as the wearisome years rolled on, long after<br>Poor Mickey fell down in the water tower to his death<br>Down, down, through bellowing darkness, I carried<br>The vision which perished with him like a rocket which falls<br>And quenches its light in earth, and hid it for fear<br>Of the son of the banker, calling on Plutus to save me?<br>Avenged were you for the shame of a fearful heart,<br>Who left me alone till I saw you again in an hour<br>When I seemed to be turned to a tree with trunk and branches<br>Growing indurate, turning to stone, yet burgeoning<br>In laurel leaves, in hosts of lambent laurel,<br>Quivering, fluttering, shrinking, fighting the numbness<br>Creeping into their veins from the dying trunk and branches!<br>'Tis vain, O youth, to fly the call of Apollo.<br>Fling yourselves in the fire, die with a song of spring,<br>If die you must in the spring. For none shall look<br>On the face of Apollo and live, and choose you must<br>'Twixt death in the flame and death after years of sorrow,<br>Rooted fast in the earth, feeling the grisly hand,<br>Not so much in the trunk as in the terrible numbness<br>Creeping up to the laurel leaves that never cease<br>To flourish until you fall. O leaves of me<br>Too sere for coronal wreaths, and fit alone<br>For urns of memory, treasured, perhaps, as themes<br>For hearts heroic, fearless singers and livers --<br>Delphic Apollo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a><div class=q>
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The sunset hour by the river, when Mickey M'Grew
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