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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballad of Broken Flutes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In dreams I crossed a barren land, <br>A land of ruin, far away; <br>Around me hung on every hand <br>A deathful stillness of decay; <br>And silent, as in bleak dismay <br>That song should thus forsaken be, <br>On that forgotten ground there lay <br>The broken flutes of Arcady. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The forest that was all so grand <br>When pipes and tabors had their sway <br>Stood leafless now, a ghostly band <br>Of skeletons in cold array. <br>A lonely surge of ancient spray <br>Told of an unforgetful sea, <br>But iron blows had hushed for aye <br>The broken flutes of Arcady. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more by summer breezes fanned, <br>The place was desolate and gray; <br>But still my dream was to command <br>New life into that shrunken clay. <br>I tried it. Yes, you scan to-day, <br>With uncommiserating glee, <br>The songs of one who strove to play <br>The broken flutes of Arcady. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENVOY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, Rock, I join the common fray, <br>To fight where Mammon may decree; <br>And leave, to crumble as they may, <br>The broken flutes of Arcady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a><div class=q>
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A land of ruin, far away; 
Around me hung on every hand 
A deathful stillness of decay; 
And silent, as in bleak dismay 
That song should thus forsaken be, 
On that forgotten ground there lay 
The broken flutes ..."></div>
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