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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gilded Gold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou dost to rich attire a grace,<br>To let it deck itself with thee,<br>And teachest pomp strange cunning ways<br>To be thought simplicity.<br>But lilies, stolen from grassy mold,<br>No more curled state unfold<br>Translated to a vase of gold;<br>In burning throne though they keep still<br>Serenities unthawed and chill.<br>Therefore, albeit thou'rt stately so,<br>In statelier state thou us'dst to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though jewels should phosphoric burn<br>Through those night-waters of thine hair,<br>A flower from its translucid urn<br>Poured silver flame more lunar-fair.<br>These futile trappings but recall<br>Degenerate worshippers who fall<br>In purfled kirtle and brocade<br>To 'parel the white Mother-Maid.<br>For, as her image stood arrayed<br>In vests of its self-substance wrought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To measure of the sculptor's thought -<br>Slurred by those added braveries;<br>So for thy spirit did devise<br>Its Maker seemly garniture,<br>Of its own essence parcel pure, -<br>From grave simplicities a dress,<br>And reticent demurenesses,<br>And love encinctured with reserve;<br>Which the woven vesture should subserve.<br>For outward robes in their ostents<br>Should show the soul's habiliments.<br>Therefore I say,--Thou'rt fair even so,<br>But better Fair I use to know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The violet would thy dusk hair deck<br>With graces like thine own unsought.<br>Ah! but such place would daze and wreck<br>Its simple, lowly rustic thought.<br>For so advanced, dear, to thee,<br>It would unlearn humility!<br>Yet do not, with an altered look,<br>In these weak numbers read rebuke;<br>Which are but jealous lest too much<br>God's master-piece thou shouldst retouch.<br>Where a sweetness is complete,<br>Add not sweets unto the sweet!<br>Or, as thou wilt, for others so<br>In unfamiliar richness go;<br>But keep for mine acquainted eyes<br>The fashions of thy Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q>
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To let it deck itself with thee,
And teachest pomp strange cunning ways
To be thought simplicity.
But lilies, stolen from grassy mold,
No more curled state unfold
Translated to a vase of gold;
In burning throne th..."></div>
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