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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Soul of a Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I HAVE written, long years I have written<br>For the sake of my people and right,<br>I was true when the iron had bitten<br>Deep into my soul in the night;<br>And I wrote not for praise nor for money,<br>I craved but the soul and the pen,<br>And I felt not the sting in the honey<br>Of praising the kindness of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You read and you saw without seeing,<br>My work seemed a trifle apart,<br>While the truth of things thrilled through my being,<br>And the wrong of things murdered my heart!<br>Cast out and despised and neglected,<br>And weak, and in fear, and in debt,<br>My songs, mutilated, rejected,<br>Shall ring through the Commonwealth yet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you, too, the pure and the guileless,<br>In the peace of your comfort and pride,<br>You have mocked at my bodily vileness,<br>You have tempted and cast me aside.<br>But wronged, and cast out, drink-sodden,<br>But shunned, and insane and unclean,<br>I have dared where few others have trodden,<br>I have seen what few others have seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have seen your souls bare for a season,<br>I have heard as a deaf man can hear,<br>I have seen you deprived of your reason<br>And stricken with deadliest fear.<br>And when beautiful night hid the shocking<br>Black shame of the day that was past,<br>I felt the great universe rocking<br>With the truth that was coming at last!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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For the sake of my people and right,
I was true when the iron had bitten
Deep into my soul in the night;
And I wrote not for praise nor for money,
I craved but the soul and the pen,
And I felt not the stin..."></div>
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