<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416749" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scraps</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a habit I have nurtured,<br>From the sentimental time<br>When my life was like a story,<br>And my heart a happy rhyme,--<br>Of clipping from the paper,<br>Or magazine, perhaps,<br>The idle songs of dreamers,<br>Which I treasure as my scraps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hide among my letters,<br>And they find a cozy nest<br>In the bosom of my wrapper,<br>And the pockets of my vest;<br>They clamber in my fingers<br>Till my dreams of wealth relapse<br>In fairer dreams than Fortune's<br>Though I find them only scraps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes I find, in tatters<br>Like a beggar, form as fair<br>As ever gave to Heaven<br>The treasure of a prayer;<br>And words all dim and faded,<br>And obliterate in part,<br>Grow into fadeless meanings<br>That are printed on the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes a childish jingle<br>Flings an echo, sweet and clear,<br>And thrills me as I listen<br>To the laughs I used to hear;<br>And I catch the gleam of faces,<br>And the glimmer of glad eyes<br>That peep at me expectant<br>O'er the walls of Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O syllables of measure!<br>Though you wheel yourselves in line,<br>And await the further order<br>Of this eager voice of mine;<br>You are powerless to follow<br>O'er the field my fancy maps,<br>So I lead you back to silence<br>Feeling you are only scraps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</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=416749" data-title="Scraps de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="There's a habit I have nurtured, From the sentimental time When my life was like a story, And my heart a happy rhyme,-- Of clipping from the paper, Or magazine, perhaps, The idle songs of dreamers, Which I treasure as my scraps. They hide among m..."></div> </div> </div>

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