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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Eye of the Beholder</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IF, as they tell in stories old, <br>The waters of Pactolus roll’d <br>Over a sand of shifting gold; <br> <br>If ever there were fairies, such <br>As those that charm the child so much, <br>With jewels growing ’neath their touch; <br> <br>If, in the wine-cup’s sweet deceit, <br>There lies a secret pleasant cheat, <br>That turns to beauty all we meet; <br> <br>The stream, the fairy, and the wine, <br>In the first love of youth combine <br>To make its object seem divine. <br> <br>No golden sand of fabl’d river, <br>No jewel glittering for ever, <br>No wine-born vision’s melting quiver, <br> <br>In vivid glory can compare <br>With that which we ourselves prepare <br>To throw round that we fancy fair. <br> <br>Never such beauty glittered yet, <br>In golden beams of suns that set <br>On cupola and minaret. <br> <br>Never such beauty met men’s eyes <br>In silver light of moons that rise <br>O’er lonely lakes ’neath tropic skies. <br> <br>The world holds nothing of such worth, <br>There ’s nothing half so fair on earth, <br>As that to which the heart gives birth: <br> <br>External beauties pall and fade; <br>But that which my own soul hath made, <br>To my conception, knows no shade. <br> <br>To every ark there comes a dove, <br>To every heart from heaven above <br>Is sent a beauty born of love. <br> <br>The moonlit lake, the waving trees, <br>It is the eye which looks on these <br>That makes the loveliness it sees. <br> <br>Out of myself the beauty grows, <br>Out of myself the beauty flows <br>That decks the petals of the rose. <br> <br>So, when at Ada’s feet I lay, <br>And saw her glorious as the day, <br>’Twas my own heart that lent the ray. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Lionel+Michael">James Lionel Michael</a><div class=q>
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The waters of Pactolus roll’d 
Over a sand of shifting gold; 
 
If ever there were fairies, such 
As those that charm the child so much, 
With jewels growing ’neath their touch; 
 
If, in the wine-cup’s swee..."></div>
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