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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419037" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Songs that are not sung</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DO not praise: a smile is payment more than meet for what is done; <br>Who shall paint the mote's glad raiment floating in the molten sun? <br>Nay, nor smile, for blind is eyesight, ears may hear not, lips are dumb;<br>From the silence, from the twilight, wordless but complete they come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Songs were born before the singer : like white souls awaiting birth, <br>They abide the chosen bringer of their melody to earth.<br>Deep the pain of our demerit: strings so rude or rudely strung,<br>Dull to every pleading spirit seeking speech but sent unsung;<br>Round our hearts with gentle breathing still the plaintive silence plays,<br>But we brush away its wreathing, filled with cares of common days.<br>Ever thinking of the morrow, burdened down with cares and needs, <br>Once or twice, mayhap, in sorrow, we may hear the song that pleads;<br>Once or twice, a dreaming poet sees the beauty as it flies, <br>But his vision who shall know it, who shall read it from his eyes? <br>Voiceless he,—his necromancy fails to cage the wondrous bird; <br>Lure and snare are vain when fancy flies like echo from a word. <br>Only sometime he may sing it, using speech as 'twere a bell, <br>Not to read the song but ring it, like the sea-tone from a shell. <br>Sometimes, too, it comes and lingers round the strings all still and mute, <br>Till some lover's trembling fingers draw it living from the lute. <br>Still, our best is but a vision which a lightning-flash illumes, <br>Just a gleam of life elysian flung across the voiceless glooms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why should gleams perplex and move us? Must the soul still upward grow <br>To the beauty far above us and the songs no sense may know?</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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