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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393346" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Melancholy -- To Laura</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laura! a sunrise seems to break<br> Where'er thy happy looks may glow.<br>Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek,<br>Thy tears themselves do but bespeak<br> The rapture whence they flow;<br>Blest youth to whom those tears are given--<br>The tears that change his earth to heaven;<br>His best reward those melting eyes--<br>For him new suns are in the skies!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy soul--a crystal river passing,<br>Silver-clear, and sunbeam-glassing,<br>Mays into bloom sad Autumn by thee;<br>Night and desert, if they spy thee,<br>To gardens laugh--with daylight shine,<br>Lit by those happy smiles of thine!<br>Dark with cloud the future far<br>Goldens itself beneath thy star.<br>Smilest thou to see the harmony<br> Of charm the laws of Nature keep?<br>Alas! to me the harmony<br> Brings only cause to weep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Holds not Hades its domain<br> Underneath this earth of ours?<br>Under palace, under fame,<br> Underneath the cloud-capped towers?<br>Stately cities soar and spread<br>O'er your mouldering bones, ye dead!<br>From corruption, from decay,<br> Springs yon clove-pink's fragrant bloom;<br>Yon gay waters wind their way<br> From the hollows of a tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the planets thou mayest know<br>All the change that shifts below,<br>Fled--beneath that zone of rays,<br>Fled to night a thousand Mays;<br>Thrones a thousand--rising--sinking,<br>Earth from thousand slaughters drinking<br>Blood profusely poured as water;--<br>Of the sceptre--of the slaughter--<br>Wouldst thou know what trace remaineth?<br>Seek them where the dark king reigneth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scarce thine eye can ope and close<br>Ere life's dying sunset glows;<br>Sinking sudden from its pride<br>Into death--the Lethe tide.<br>Ask'st thou whence thy beauties rise?<br>Boastest thou those radiant eyes?--<br>Or that cheek in roses dyed?<br>All their beauty (thought of sorrow!)<br>From the brittle mould they borrow.<br>Heavy interest in the tomb<br>For the brief loan of the bloom,<br>For the beauty of the day,<br>Death the usurer, thou must pay,<br> In the long to-morrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maiden!--Death's too strong for scorn;<br> In the cheek the fairest, He<br> But the fairest throne doth see<br>Though the roses of the morn<br>Weave the veil by beauty worn--<br>Aye, beneath that broidered curtain,<br>Stands the Archer stern and certain!<br>Maid--thy Visionary hear--<br>Trust the wild one as the sear,<br>When he tells thee that thine eye,<br> While it beckons to the wooer,<br>Only lureth yet more nigh<br> Death, the dark undoer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every ray shed from thy beauty<br> Wastes the life-lamp while it beams,<br>And the pulse's playful duty,<br> And the blue veins' merry streams,<br>Sport and run into the pall--<br>Creatures of the Tyrant, all!<br>As the wind the rainbow shatters,<br>Death thy bright smiles rends and scatters,<br>Smile and rainbow leave no traces;--<br>From the spring-time's laughing graces,<br>From all life, as from its germ,<br>Grows the revel of the worm!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woe, I see the wild wind wreak<br> Its wrath upon thy rosy bloom,<br>Winter plough thy rounded cheek,<br> Cloud and darkness close in gloom;<br>Blackening over, and forever,<br>Youth's serene and silver river!<br>Love alike and beauty o'er,<br>Lovely and beloved no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maiden, an oak that soars on high,<br> And scorns the whirlwind's breath<br>Behold thy Poet's youth defy<br> The blunted dart of Death!<br>His gaze as ardent as the light<br> That shoots athwart the heaven,<br>His soul yet fiercer than the light<br> In the eternal heaven,<br>Of Him, in whom as in an ocean-surge<br>Creation ebbs and flows--and worlds arise and merge!<br>Through Nature steers the poet's thought to find<br>No fear but this--one barrier to the mind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And dost thou glory so to think?<br> And heaves thy bosom?--Woe!<br>This cup, which lures him to the brink,<br>As if divinity to drink--<br> Has poison in its flow!<br>Wretched, oh, wretched, they who trust<br>To strike the God-spark from the dust!<br>The mightiest tone the music knows,<br> But breaks the harp-string with the sound;<br>And genius, still the more it glows,<br>But wastes the lamp whose life bestows<br> The light it sheds around.<br>Soon from existence dragged away,<br>The watchful jailer grasps his prey:<br>Vowed on the altar of the abused fire,<br>The spirits I raised against myself conspire!<br>Let--yes, I feel it two short springs away<br> Pass on their rapid flight;<br>And life's faint spark shall, fleeting from the clay,<br> Merge in the Fount of Light!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And weep'st thou, Laura?--be thy tears forbid;<br>Would'st thou my lot, life's dreariest years amid,<br> Protract and doom?--No: sinner, dry thy tears:<br>Would'st thou, whose eyes beheld the eagle wing<br>Of my bold youth through air's dominion spring,<br>Mark my sad age (life's tale of glory done)--<br>Crawl on the sod and tremble in the sun?<br>Hear the dull frozen heart condemn the flame<br>That as from heaven to youth's blithe bosom came;<br>And see the blind eyes loathing turn from all<br>The lovely sins age curses to recall?<br> Let me die young!--sweet sinner, dry thy tears!<br>Yes, let the flower be gathered in its bloom!<br>And thou, young genius, with the brows of gloom,<br> Quench thou life's torch, while yet the flame is strong!<br>Even as the curtain falls; while still the scene<br>Most thrills the hearts which have its audience been;<br>As fleet the shadows from the stage--and long<br> When all is o'er, lingers the breathless throng!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Friedrich+Schiller">Friedrich Schiller</a><div class=q>
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 Where'er thy happy looks may glow.
Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek,
Thy tears themselves do but bespeak
 The rapture whence they flow;
Blest youth to whom those tears are given--
The tears that change his earth ..."></div>
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