<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Telephone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your voice, beloved, on the living wire, <br>Borne to me by the spirit powerful <br>Who binds the atoms and leaps out to pull <br>Great suns together! Ah, what magic lyre, <br>Strung for God's fingers, sounds to my desire <br>The little words immortal, wonderful, <br>That all the separating miles annul <br>And touch my spirit with your kiss of fire! <br>What house of dreams do we inhabit—yea, <br>What brave enchanted palace is our home, <br>Green-curtained, lit with cresset stars aglow, <br>If thus it windows gardens far away, <br>Groves inaccessible whence voices come <br>That soft in the ear call where we may not go!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</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=403109" data-title="The Telephone de Harriet Monroe" data-description="Your voice, beloved, on the living wire, Borne to me by the spirit powerful Who binds the atoms and leaps out to pull Great suns together! Ah, what magic lyre, Strung for God's fingers, sounds to my desire The little words immortal, wonderful..."></div> </div> </div>

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