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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Unattained</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A vision beauteous as the morn, <br>With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming, <br>Slow glided o'er a field late shorn <br>Where walked a poet idly dreaming. <br>He saw her, and joy lit his face. <br>&quot;Oh, vanish not at human speaking,&quot; <br>He cried, &quot;thou form of magic grace, <br>Thou art the poem I am seeking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I've sought thee long! I claim thee now--- <br>My thought embodied, living, real.&quot; <br>She shook the tresses from her brow. <br>&quot;Nay, nay!&quot; she said, &quot;I am ideal. <br>I am the phantom of desire--- <br>The spirit of all great endeavour, <br>I am the voice that says, 'Come higher.' <br>That calls men up and up for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;'Tis not alone the thought supreme <br>That here upon thy path has risen; <br>I am the artist's highest dream, <br>The ray of light he cannot prison. <br>I am the sweet ecstatic note <br>Than all glad music gladder, clearer, <br>That trembles in the singer's throat, <br>And dies without a human hearer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I am the greater, better yield, <br>That leads and cheers thy farmer neighbour, <br>For me he bravely tills the field <br>And whistles gaily at his labour. <br>Not thou alone, O poet soul, <br>Dost seek me through an endless morrow, <br>But to the toiling, hoping whole <br>I am at once the hope and sorrow. <br>The spirit of the unattained, <br>I am to those who seek to name me, <br>A good desired but never gained. <br>All shall pursue, but none shall claim me.&quot;</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>
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With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming, 
Slow glided o'er a field late shorn 
Where walked a poet idly dreaming. 
He saw her, and joy lit his face. 
&quot;Oh, vanish not at human speaking,&quot; 
He cried, &quot;..."></div>
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