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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Belated Bard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The songs I made from joy of earth<br> In wanton wandering,<br>Are rapturous with Maytime mirth<br> And ectasy of Spring.<br>But all the songs I sing today<br> Take tediously the ear:<br>Novemberishly dark are they<br> With mortuary fear.<br> <br>For half a century has gone<br> Since first I rang a rhyme;<br>And that is long to linger on<br> The tolerance of Time.<br>This blue-veined hand with which I write<br> Yet answers to my will;<br>Though four-score years I count to-night<br> I am unsilent still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Senile old fool!" I hear you say;<br> "Beside the dying fire<br>You huddle and stiff-fingered play<br> Your tired and tinny lyre."<br>Well, though your patience I may try,<br> Bear with me yet awhile,<br>And though you scorn my singing I<br> Will thank you with a smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I such soul-delighting joy<br> Have found in simple rhyme,<br>Since first a happy-hearted boy<br> I coaxed a word to chime,<br>That ere I tryst with Mother Earth<br> Let from my heart arise<br>A song of youth and starry mirth . . .<br> Then close my eyes.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508217" data-title="Belated Bard de Robert William Service" data-description="The songs I made from joy of earth In wanton wandering, Are rapturous with Maytime mirth And ectasy of Spring. But all the songs I sing today Take tediously the ear: Novemberishly dark are they With mortuary fear. For half a century has gone..."></div> </div> </div>
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