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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472604" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Silent Melody</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;BRING me my broken harp,&quot; he said;<br> &quot;We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,--<br> Though all its ringing tones have fled,<br> Their echoes linger round it still;<br> It had some golden strings, I know,<br> But that was long-- how long!-- ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;I cannot see its tarnished gold,<br> I cannot hear its vanished tone,<br> Scarce can my trembling fingers hold<br> The pillared frame so long their own;<br> We both are wrecks,-- awhile ago<br> It had some silver strings, I know,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;But on them Time too long has played<br> The solemn strain that knows no change,<br> And where of old my fingers strayed<br> The chords they find are new and strange,--<br> Yes! iron strings,-- I know,-- I know,--<br> We both are wrecks of long ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;We both are wrecks,-- a shattered pair, <br> Strange to ourselves in time's disguise<br> What say ye to the lovesick air<br> That brought the tears from Marian's eyes?<br> Ay! trust me,-- under breasts of snow<br> Hearts could be melted long ago!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Or will ye hear the storm-song's crash<br> That from his dreams the soldier woke,<br> And bade him face the lightning flash<br> When battle's cloud in thunder broke?<br> Wrecks,-- nought but wrecks!-- the time was when<br> We two were worth a thousand men!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And so the broken harp they bring<br> With pitying smiles that none could blame;<br> Alas there's not a single string <br> Of all that filled the tarnished frame!<br> But see! like children overjoyed,<br> His fingers rambling through the void!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;I clasp thee! Ay . . . mine ancient lyre. . .<br> Nay, guide my wandering fingers. . . There!<br> They love to dally with the wire<br> As Isaac played with Esan's hair. . . .<br> Hush! ye shall hear the famous tune<br> That Marina called the Breath of June!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And so they softly gather round:<br> Rapt in his tuneful trance he seems:<br> His fingers move: but not a sound!<br> A silence like the song of dreams. . . .<br> &quot;There! ye have heard the air,&quot; he cries,<br> &quot;That brought the tears from Marina's eyes!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah, smile not at his fond conceit,<br> Nor deem his fancy wrought in vain;<br> To him the unreal sounds are sweet,--<br> No discord mars the silent strain<br> Scored on life's latest, starlit page--<br> The voiceless melody of age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sweet are the lips of all that sing,<br> When Nature's music breathes unsought,<br> But never yet could voice or string<br> So truly shape our tenderest thought<br> As when by life's decaying fire<br> Our fingers sweep the stringless lyre!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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 &quot;We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,--
 Though all its ringing tones have fled,
 Their echoes linger round it still;
 It had some golden strings, I know,
 But that was long-- how long!-- ago.

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