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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419081" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Well's Secret</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I KNEW it all my boyhood: in a lonesome valley meadow, <br>Like a dryad's mirror hidden by the wood's dim arches near; <br>Its eye flashed back the sunshine, and grew dark and sad with shadow; <br>And I loved its truthful depths where every pebble lay so clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I scooped my hand and drank it, and watched the sensate quiver <br>Of the rippling rings of silver as the beads of crystal fell;<br>I pressed the richer grasses from its little trickling river, <br>Till at last I knew, as friends know, every secret of the well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But one day I stood beside it on a sudden, unexpected, <br>When the sun had crossed the valley and a shadow hid the place; <br>And I looked in the dark water—saw my pallid cheek reflected— <br>And beside it, looking upward, met an evil reptile face:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Looking upward, furtive, startled at the silent, swift intrusion; <br>Then it darted toward the grasses, and I saw not where it fled; <br>But I knew its eyes were on me, and the old-time sweet illusion<br>Of the pure and perfect symbol I had cherished there was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, the pain to know the perjury of seeming truth that blesses!<br>My soul was seared like sin to see the falsehood of the place; <br>And the innocence that mocked me, while in dim unseen recesses <br>There were lurking fouler secrets than the furtive reptile face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And since then,—O, why the burden?—when the joyous faces greet me, <br>With their eyes of limpid innocence, and words devoid of art, <br>I cannot trust their seeming, but must ask what eyes would meet me<br>Could I look in sudden silence at the secrets of the heart!</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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