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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472636" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Eleven Ladies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHO PRESENTED ME WITH A SILVER LOVING CUP<br>ON THE TWENTY-NINTH OF AUGUST, M DCCC LXXXIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'WHO gave this cup?' The secret thou wouldst steal<br>Its brimming flood forbids it to reveal:<br>No mortal's eye shall read it till he first<br>Cool the red throat of thirst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If on the golden floor one draught remain,<br>Trust me, thy careful search will be in vain;<br>Not till the bowl is emptied shalt thou know<br>The names enrolled below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deeper than Truth lies buried in her well<br>Those modest names the graven letters spell<br>Hide from the sight; but wait, and thou shalt see<br>Who the good angels be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose bounty glistens in the beauteous gift<br>That friendly hands to loving lips shall lift<br>Turn the fair goblet when its floor is dry,--<br>Their names shall meet thine eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Count thou their number on the beads of Heaven<br>Alas! the clustered Pleiads are but seven;<br>Nay, the nine sister Muses are too few,--<br>The Graces must add two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For whom this gift?' For one who all too long<br>Clings to his bough among the groves of song;<br>Autumn's last leaf, that spreads its faded wing<br>To greet a second spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear friends, kind friends, whate'er the cup may hold,<br>Bathing its burnished depths, will change to gold<br>Its last bright drop let thirsty Maenads drain,<br>Its fragrance will remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Better love's perfume in the empty bowl<br>Than wine's nepenthe for the aching soul;<br>Sweeter than song that ever poet sung,<br>It makes an old heart young!</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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