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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Temple of Friendship</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN the depths of the silent wood the temple of Friendship stood,<br>Like a dream of snow-white stone, or a vestal all alone, <br>Undraped beside a stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pious from every clime came there to rest for a time, <br>With incense and gifts and prayer; and the stainless marble stair<br>Was worn by fervent knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And everywhere the fame of the beautiful temple came,<br>With its altar white and pure, and its worship to allure<br>From gods that bring unrest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The goddess was there to assuage (for this was the Golden Age)<br>The trials of all who staid and trustingly tried and prayed <br>For the perfect grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soldier and clerk and dame in couples and companies came; <br>There were few who rode alone, for none feared the other one,<br>So placid and safe the creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came from afar one day, with a suite in rich array, <br>A lady of beauty rare, who bent to the plaintive air <br>A handsome minstrel sung. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her face was as calm and cold as the stamp of a queen on gold,<br>And the song the poet sung to a restful theme was strung, <br>A tranquil air of peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, as they happily rode to the holy and white abode, <br>They were watched from a cloud above by the mischievous god of Love,<br>Who envied Friendship's reign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They dreamt not of danger near, and their hearts felt no shade of fear, <br>As they laid their rich offerings of flowers and precious things<br>At Friendship's lovely feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lingered long near the shrine, in the air of its peace divine; <br>By the shadowed stream they strayed, where often the heavenly maid<br>Would smile upon their rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day, with her white robe flown, she passed like a dream alone, <br>Where they sat in a converse sweet, with the silver stream at their feet<br>As still and as wise as they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the innermost temple's room, to the couch, and the sacred loom<br>Where she weaves her placid will, the goddess came, smiling still,<br>Unrobing for blissful rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lily of perfect mold, the world had grown young, not old, <br>Had it bowed at thy milk-white feet with a love not of fire, but heat,—<br>Sweet lotus of soft repose!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like the moon her body glows, like the sun-flushed Alpine snows; <br>Her arms 'neath her radiant head, she sleeps, and lo! o'er her bed<br>The wicked Cupid leans.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even he cannot fly the feast which nor vestal nor hoary priest <br>Had ever enjoyed before. But, stealing her robe from the floor,<br>He dons it and is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the stream, in the silent shade, he walks where the two have made <br>Their resting-place for the noon: ''Tis Friendship!' they cry; and soon<br>Love's guile on their hearts is laid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, the goddess is good!' she said, as she bent her golden head <br>And looked in the minstrel's face. 'She stands by our resting-place<br>And blesses our peaceful love!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As she spoke, a flame shot through her breast, and her eyes of blue <br>Grew moist with a subtle bliss. 'Sweet friend!' she cried, and her kiss<br>Clung soft on the poet's lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah, me!' he sighed, 'if they knew, those feverish lovers who woo <br>For the passion of tears and blood, how soothing and pure and good<br>Is a friendly kiss—like this!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O, list! ' she cried, ' 'tis a dove; he calls for his absent love; <br>They will sit all day and coo calm friendship, like mine for you,—<br>Dear friend, like mine for you.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their hands were joined, and a thrill of desire and passionate will<br>Brought his eyes her eyes above in a marvelous look of love,<br>And Cupid smiled and drew near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O sweetest!' she whispered softly. 'See! the goddess is leaning over me,<br>And smiling with eyes like yours! O Goddess! thy presence cures<br>The restful unrest of friends!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Cupid laughed in her eyes as he threw off the white disguise <br>And bent down to kiss her himself—but cuff! cuff! on the ears of the elf<br>From the goddess who sought her robe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the river flowed on through the wood, and the temple of Friendship stood <br>Like a dream of snow-white stone. But the minstrel returned alone<br>From his pilgrimage.</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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