<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448930" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The City of the Soul: II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What shall we do, my soul, to please the King? <br>Seeing he hath no pleasure in the dance, <br>And hath condemned the honeyed utterance <br>Of silver flutes and mouths made round to sing. <br>Along the wall red roses climb and cling, <br>And oh! my prince, lift up thy countenance, <br>For there be thoughts like roses that entrance <br>More than the languors of soft lute-playing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think how the hidden things that poets see <br>In amber eves or mornings crystalline, <br>Hide in the soul their constant quenchless light, <br>Till, called by some celestial alchemy, <br>Out of forgotten depths, they rise and shine <br>Like buried treasure on Midsummer night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lord+Alfred+Douglas">Lord Alfred Douglas</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448930" data-title="The City of the Soul: II de Lord Alfred Douglas" data-description="What shall we do, my soul, to please the King? Seeing he hath no pleasure in the dance, And hath condemned the honeyed utterance Of silver flutes and mouths made round to sing. Along the wall red roses climb and cling, And oh! my prince, lift..."></div> </div> </div>

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