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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fame</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I should die, to-day, <br>To-morrow, maybe, the world would see <br>Would waken from sleep, and say, <br>"Why here was talent! why here was worth! <br>Why here was a luminous light o' the earth. <br>A soul as free <br>As the winds of the sea: <br>To whom was given <br>A dower of heaven. <br>And fame, and name, and glory belongs <br>To this dead singer of living songs. <br>Bring hither a wreath, for the bride of death!" <br>And so they would praise me, and so they would raise me <br>Mayhap, a column, high over the bed <br>Where I should be lying, all cold and dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I am a living poet! <br>Walking abroad in the sunlight of God, <br>Not lying asleep, where the clay worms creep, <br>And the cold world will not show it, <br>E'en when it sees that my song should please; <br>But sneering says: "Avaunt, with thy lays <br>Do not sing them, and do not bring them <br>Into this rustling, bustling life. <br>We have no time, for a jingling rhyme, <br>In this scene of hurrying, worrying strife." <br>And so I say, there is but one way <br>To win me a name, and bring me fame. <br>And that is, to die, and be buried low, <br>When the world would praise me, an hour or so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</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=384382" data-title="Fame de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="If I should die, to-day, To-morrow, maybe, the world would see Would waken from sleep, and say, "Why here was talent! why here was worth! Why here was a luminous light o' the earth. A soul as free As the winds of the sea: To whom was g..."></div> </div> </div>
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