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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let them bury your big eyes<br>In the secret earth securely,<br>Your thin fingers, and your fair,<br>Soft, indefinite-colored hair,&mdash;<br>All of these in some way, surely,<br>From the secret earth shall rise;<br>Not for these I sit and stare,<br>Broken and bereft completely;<br>Your young flesh that sat so neatly<br>On your little bones will sweetly<br>Blossom in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But your voice,&mdash;never the rushing<br>Of a river underground,<br>Not the rising of the wind<br>In the trees before the rain,<br>Not the woodcock's watery call,<br>Not the note the white-throat utters,<br>Not the feet of children pushing<br>Yellow leaves along the gutters<br>In the blue and bitter fall,<br>Shall content my musing mind<br>For the beauty of that sound<br>That in no new way at all<br>Ever will be heard again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweetly through the sappy stalk<br>Of the vigorous weed,<br>Holding all it held before,<br>Cherished by the faithful sun,<br>On and on eternally<br>Shall your altered fluid run,<br>Bud and bloom and go to seed;<br>But your singing days are done;<br>But the music of your talk<br>Never shall the chemistry<br>Of the secret earth restore.<br>All your lovely words are spoken.<br>Once the ivory box is broken,<br>Beats the golden bird no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a><div class=q>
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In the secret earth securely,
Your thin fingers, and your fair,
Soft, indefinite-colored hair,&mdash;
All of these in some way, surely,
From the secret earth shall rise;
Not for these I sit and stare,
Broken and bereft ..."></div>
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