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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode On Indolence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONE morn before me were three figures seen,<br> I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;<br>And one behind the other stepp'd serene,<br> In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;<br>They pass'd, like figures on a marble urn,<br> When shifted round to see the other side;<br> They came again; as when the urn once more<br>Is shifted round, the first seen shades return;<br> And they were strange to me, as may betide<br> With vases, to one deep in Phidian lore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How is it, Shadows! that I knew ye not?<br> How came ye muffled in so hush a masque?<br>Was it a silent deep-disguised plot<br> To steal away, and leave without a task<br>My idle days? Ripe was the drowsy hour;<br> The blissful cloud of summer-indolence<br> Benumb'd my eyes; my pulse grew less and less;<br>Pain had no sting, and pleasure's wreath no flower:<br> O, why did ye not melt, and leave my sense<br> Unhaunted quite of all but---nothingness?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A third time came they by;---alas! wherefore?<br> My sleep had been embroider'd with dim dreams;<br>My soul had been a lawn besprinkled o'er<br> With flowers, and stirring shades, and baffled beams:<br>The morn was clouded, but no shower fell,<br> Tho' in her lids hung the sweet tears of May;<br> The open casement press'd a new-leav'd vine,<br>Let in the budding warmth and throstle's lay;<br> O Shadows! 'twas a time to bid farewell!<br> Upon your skirts had fallen no tears of mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A third time pass'd they by, and, passing, turn'd<br> Each one the face a moment whiles to me;<br>Then faded, and to follow them I burn'd<br> And ached for wings, because I knew the three;<br>The first was a fair maid, and Love her name;<br> The second was Ambition, pale of cheek,<br> And ever watchful with fatigued eye;<br>The last, whom I love more, the more of blame<br> Is heap'd upon her, maiden most unmeek,---<br> I knew to be my demon Poesy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They faded, and, forsooth! I wanted wings:<br> O folly! What is Love! and where is it?<br>And for that poor Ambition---it springs<br> From a man's little heart's short fever-fit;<br>For Poesy!---no,---she has not a joy,---<br> At least for me,---so sweet as drowsy noons,<br> And evenings steep'd in honied indolence;<br>O, for an age so shelter'd from annoy,<br> That I may never know how change the moons,<br> Or hear the voice of busy common-sense!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, ye three Ghosts, adieu! Ye cannot raise<br> My head cool-bedded in the flowery grass;<br>For I would not be dieted with praise,<br> A pet-lamb in a sentimental farce!<br>Fade sofdy from my eyes, and be once more<br> In masque-like figures on the dreamy urn;<br> Farewell! I yet have visions for the night,<br>And for the day faint visions there is store;<br> Vanish, ye Phantoms! from my idle spright,<br> Into the clouds, and never more return!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keats">John Keats</a><div class=q>
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 I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;
And one behind the other stepp'd serene,
 In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;
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