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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voice Of Beauty Drowned</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cry from the thicket my heart's bird!'<br>The other birds woke all around;<br>Rising with toot and howl they stirred<br>Their plumage, broke the trembling sound,<br>They craned their necks, they fluttered wings,<br>'While we are silent no one sings,<br>And while we sing you hush your throat,<br>Or tune your melody to our note.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cry from the thicket my heart's bird!'<br>The screams and hootings rose again:<br>They gaped with raucous beaks, they whirred<br>Their noisy plumage; small but plain<br>The lonely hidden singer made<br>A well of grief within the glade.<br>'Whist, silly fool, be off,' they shout,<br>'Or we'll come pluck your feathers out.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cry from the thicket my heart's bird!'<br>Slight and small the lovely cry<br>Came trickling down, but no one heard;<br>Parrot and cuckoo, crow, magpie,<br>Jarred horrid notes, the jangling jay<br>Ripped the fine threads of song away;<br>For why should peeping chick aspire<br>To challenge their loud woodland choir?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cried it so sweet, that unseen bird?<br>Lovelier could no music be,<br>Clearer than water, soft as curd,<br>Fresh as the blossomed cherry tree.<br>How sang the others all around?<br>Piercing and harsh, a maddening sound,<br>With 'Pretty Poll, Tuwit-tuwoo<br>Peewit, Caw Caw, Cuckoo-Cuckoo.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How went the song, how looked the bird?<br>If I could tell, if I could show<br>With one quick phrase, one lightning word,<br>I'd learn you more than poets know;<br>For poets, could they only catch<br>Of that forgotten tune one snatch,<br>Would build it up in song or sonnet,<br>And found their whole life's fame upon it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q>
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The other birds woke all around;
Rising with toot and howl they stirred
Their plumage, broke the trembling sound,
They craned their necks, they fluttered wings,
'While we are silent no one sings,
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