<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456509" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Philomela</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! ah, the nightingale--<br>The tawny-throated!<br>Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst!<br>What triumph! hark!--what pain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O wanderer from a Grecian shore,<br>Still, after many years, in distant lands,<br>Still nourishing in thy bewilder'd brain<br>That wild, unquench'd, deep-sunken, old-world pain--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, will it never heal?<br>And can this fragrant lawn<br>With its cool trees, and night,<br>And the sweet, tranquil Thames,<br>And moonshine, and the dew,<br>To thy rack'd heart and brain<br>Afford no balm?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dost thou to-night behold,<br>Here, through the moonlight on this English grass,<br>The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild?<br>Dost thou again peruse<br>With hot cheeks and sear'd eyes<br>The too clear web, and thy dumb sister's shame?<br>Dost thou once more assay<br>Thy flight, and feel come over thee,<br>Poor fugitive, the feathery change<br>Once more, and once more seem to make resound<br>With love and hate, triumph and agony,<br>Lone Daulis, and the high Cephissian vale?<br>Listen, Eugenia-- <br>How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves!<br>Again--thou hearest?<br>Eternal passion!<br>Eternal pain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Arnold">Matthew Arnold</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=456509" data-title="Philomela de Matthew Arnold" data-description="Hark! ah, the nightingale-- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!--what pain! O wanderer from a Grecian shore, Still, after many years, in distant lands, Still nourishing in thy bewilder'd brain That ..."></div> </div> </div>

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