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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419002" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Heart Hunger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE is no truth in faces, save in children: <br>They laugh and frown and weep from nature's keys; <br>But we who meet the world give out false notes, <br>The true note dying muffled in the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, there be woeful prayers and piteous wailing, <br>That spirits hear, from lives that starve for love! <br>The body's food is bread; and wretches' cries <br>Are heard and answered: but the spirit's food <br>Is love; and hearts that starve may die in agony <br>And no physician mark the cause of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You cannot read the faces; they are masks—<br>Like yonder woman, smiling at the lips,<br>Silk-clad, bejeweled, lapped with luxury,<br>And beautiful and young—ay, smiling at the lips,<br>But never in the eyes from inner light:<br>A gracious temple, hung with flowers without—<br>Within, a naked corpse upon the stones!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, years and years ago the hunger came—<br>The desert-thirst for love—she prayed for love—<br>She cried out in the night-time of her soul for Jove!<br>The cup they gave was poison whipped to froth.<br>For years she drank it, knowing it for death;<br>She shrieked in soul against it, but must drink:<br>The skies were dumb—she dared not swoon or scream.<br>As Indian mothers see babes die for food,<br>She watched dry-eyed beside her starving heart,<br>And only sobbed in secret for its gasps,<br>And only raved one wild hour when it died!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Pain, have pity! Numb her quivering sense; <br>O Fame, bring guerdon! Thrice a thousand years <br>Thy boy-thief with the fox beneath his cloak <br>Has let it gnaw his side unmoved, and held the world;<br>And she, a slight woman, smiling at the lips,<br>With repartee and jest—a corpse-heart in her breast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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They laugh and frown and weep from nature's keys; 
But we who meet the world give out false notes, 
The true note dying muffled in the heart.

O, there be woeful prayers and piteous wailing, 
That spi..."></div>
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