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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391078" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Idylls From Bion The Smyrnean</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once a fowler, young and artless,<br>To the quiet greenwood came;<br>Full of skill was he and heartless<br>In pursuit of feathered game.<br>And betimes he chanced to see<br>Eros perching in a tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What strange bird is that, I wonder?'<br>Thought the youth, and spread his snare;<br>Eros, chuckling at the blunder,<br>Gayly scampered here and there.<br>Do his best, the simple clod<br>Could not snare the agile god!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blubbering, to his aged master<br>Went the fowler in dismay,<br>And confided his disaster<br>With that curious bird that day;<br>'Master, hast thou ever heard<br>Of so ill-disposed a bird?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Heard of him? Aha, most truly!'<br>Quoth the master with a smile;<br>'And thou too, shall know him duly-<br>Thou art young, but bide awhile,<br>And old Eros will not fly<br>From thy presence by and by!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For when thou art somewhat older<br>That same Eros thou didst see,<br>More familiar grown and bolder,<br>Shall become acquaint with thee;<br>And when Eros comes thy way<br>Mark my word, he comes to stay!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once came Venus to me, bringing<br>Eros where my cattle fed-<br>'Teach this little boy your singing,<br>Gentle herdsman,' Venus said.<br>I was young-I did not know<br>Whom it was that Venus led-<br>That was many years ago!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a lusty voice but mellow-<br>Callow pedant! I began<br>To instruct the little fellow<br>In the mysteries known to man;<br>Sung the noble cithern's praise,<br>And the flute of dear old Pan,<br>And the lyre that Hermes plays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he paid no heed unto me-<br>Nay, that graceless little boy<br>Coolly plotted to undo me-<br>With his songs of tender joy;<br>And my pedantry o'erthrown,<br>Eager was I to employ<br>His sweet ritual for mine own!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, these years of ours are fleeting!<br>Yet I have not vainly wrought,<br>Since to-day I am repeating<br>What dear lessons Eros taught;<br>Love, and always love, and then-<br>Counting all things else for naught-<br>Love and always love again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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Once a fowler, young and artless,
To the quiet greenwood came;
Full of skill was he and heartless
In pursuit of feathered game.
And betimes he chanced to see
Eros perching in a tree.

'What strange bird is that, I wonder?'
Thought the youth, an..."></div>
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