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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Athanasia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught <br>Of all the great things men have saved from Time, <br>The withered body of a girl was brought <br>Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime, <br>And seen by lonely Arabs lying hid <br>In the dim wound of some black pyramid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when they had unloosed the linen band <br>Which swathed the Egyptian's body,- lo! was found <br>Closed in the wasted hollow of her hand <br>A little seed, which sown in English ground <br>Did wondrous snow of starry blossoms bear, <br>And spread rich odors through our springtide air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With such strange arts this flower did allure <br>That all forgotten was the asphodel, <br>And the brown bee, the lily's paramour, <br>Forsook the cup where he was wont to dwell, <br>For not a thing of earth it seemed to be, <br>But stolen from some heavenly Arcady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain the sad narcissus, wan and white <br>At its own beauty, hung across the stream, <br>The purple dragon-fly had no delight <br>With its gold-dust to make his wings a-gleam, <br>Ah! no delight the jasmine-bloom to kiss, <br>Or brush the rain-pearls from the eucharis.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For love of it the passionate nightingale <br>Forgot the hills of Thrace, the cruel king, <br>And the pale dove no longer cared to sail <br>Through the wet woods at time of blossoming, <br>But round this flower of Egypt sought to float, <br>With silvered wing and amethystine throat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the hot sun blazed in his tower of blue <br>A cooling wind crept from the land of snows, <br>And the warm south with tender tears of dew <br>Drenched its white leaves when Hesperos uprose <br>Amid those sea-green meadows of the sky <br>On which the scarlet bars of sunset lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when o'er wastes of lily-haunted field <br>The tired birds had stayed their amorous tune, <br>And broad and glittering like an argent shield <br>High in the sapphire heavens hung the moon, <br>Did no strange dream or evil memory make <br>Each tremulous petal of its blossoms shake? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah no! to this bright flower a thousand years <br>Seemed but the lingering of a summer's day, <br>It never knew the tide of cankering fears <br>Which turn a boy's gold hair to withered gray, <br>The dread desire of death it never knew, <br>Or how all folk that they were born must rue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For we to death with pipe and dancing go, <br>Nor would we pass the ivory gate again, <br>As some sad river wearied of its flow <br>Through the dull plains, the haunts of common men, <br>Leaps lover-like into the terrible sea! <br>And counts it gain to die so gloriously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We mar our lordly strength in barren strife <br>With the world's legions led by clamorous care, <br>It never feels decay but gathers life <br>From the pure sunlight and the supreme air, <br>We live beneath Time's wasting sovereignty, <br>It is the child of all eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oscar+Wilde">Oscar Wilde</a><div class=q>
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Of all the great things men have saved from Time, 
The withered body of a girl was brought 
Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime, 
And seen by lonely Arabs lying hid 
In the dim w..."></div>
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