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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Amateur Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You see that sheaf of slender books<br>Upon the topmost shelf,<br>At which no browser ever looks,<br>Because they're by . . . myself;<br>They're neatly bound in navy blue,<br>But no one ever heeds;<br>Their print is clear and candid too,<br>Yet no one ever reads.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor wistful books! How much they cost<br>To me in time and gold!<br>I count them now as labour lost,<br>For none I ever sold;<br>No copy could I give away,<br>For all my friends would shrink,<br>And look at me as if to say:<br>&quot;What waste of printer's ink!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I gaze at them on high,<br>Although my eyes are sad,<br>I cannot help but breathe a sigh<br>To think what joy I had -<br>What ecstasy as I would seek<br>To make my rhyme come right,<br>And find at last the phrase unique<br>Flash fulgent in my sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe that rapture was my gain<br>Far more than cheap success;<br>So I'll forget my striving vain,<br>And blot out bitterness.<br>Oh records of my radiant youth,<br>No broken heart I'll rue,<br>For all my best of love and truth<br>Is there, alive in you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Upon the topmost shelf,
At which no browser ever looks,
Because they're by . . . myself;
They're neatly bound in navy blue,
But no one ever heeds;
Their print is clear and candid too,
Yet no one ever reads.

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