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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Reply Of The Fountain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HOW deep within each human heart, <br>A thousand treasured feelings lie;<br>Things precious, delicate, apart,<br>Too sensitive for human eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our purest feelings, and our best,<br>Yet shrinking from the common view;<br>Rarely except in song exprest,<br>And yet how tender, and how true!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They wake, and know their power, when eve<br>Flings on the west its transient glow;<br>Yet long dark shadows dimly weave<br>A gloom round some green path below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who dreams not then—the young dream on—<br>Life traced at hope's delicious will;<br>And those whose youth of heart is gone,<br>Perhaps have visions dearer still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They rise, too, when expected least,<br>When gay yourself, amid the gay,<br>The heart from revelry hath ceased<br>To muse o'er hours long past away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who can think upon the past<br>And not weep o'er it as a grave?<br>How many leaves life's wreath has cast!<br>What lights have sunk beneath the wave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But most these deep emotions rise<br>When, drooping o'er our thoughts alone,<br>Our former dearest sympathies<br>Come back, and claim us for their own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such mood is on the maiden's mind<br>Who bends o'er yon clear fount her brow;<br>Long years, that leave their trace behind,<br>Long years, are present with her now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, once before she asked a sign<br>From that wild fountain's plaintive song;<br>And silvery, with the soft moonshine,<br>Those singing waters past along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was an hour of beauty, made<br>For the young heart's impassioned mood,<br>For love of its sweet self afraid,<br>For hope that colours solitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas,' the maiden sighed, 'since first<br>I said, Oh fountain, read my doom;<br>What vainest fancies have I nurst,<br>Of which I am myself the tomb!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The love was checked—the hope was vain,<br>I deemed that I could feel no more;<br>Why, false one, did we meet again,<br>To show thine influence was not o'er?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I thought that I could never weep<br>Again, as I had wept for thee,<br>That love was buried cold and deep,<br>That pride and scorn kept watch by me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My early hopes, my early tears<br>Were now almost forgotten things,<br>And other cares, and other years<br>Had brought what all experience brings—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Indifference, weariness, disdain,<br>That taught and ready smile which grows<br>A habit soon—as streams retain<br>The shape and light in which they froze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Again I met that faithless eye,<br>Again I heard that charmed tongue;<br>I felt they were my destiny,<br>I knew again the spell they flung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah! years have fled, since last his name<br>Was breathed amid the twilight dim;<br>It was to dream of him I came,<br>And now again I dream of him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But changed and cold, my soul has been<br>Too deeply wrung, too long unmoved,<br>Too hardened in life's troubled scene<br>To love as I could once have loved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sweet fountain, once I asked thy waves<br>To whisper hope's enchanted spell;<br>Now I but ask thy haunted caves<br>To teach me how to say farewell.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She leaned her head upon her hand,<br>She gazed upon that fountain lone<br>Which wandered by its wild-flower strand<br>With a low, mournful, ceaseless moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It soothed her with a sweet deceit<br>Of pity, murmured on the breeze;<br>Ah deep the grief, which seeks to cheat<br>Itself with fantasies like these.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a><div class=q>
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A thousand treasured feelings lie;
Things precious, delicate, apart,
Too sensitive for human eye.

Our purest feelings, and our best,
Yet shrinking from the common view;
Rarely except in song exprest,
And yet how..."></div>
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