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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509170" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hidden Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AS I rode out of Lochinvar<br>About me all the scene was fair;<br>The skies, with not a cloud to mar,<br>Were filled with fresh and dewy air,<br>While making song, a merry throng,<br>The thrushes warbled everywhere.<br>As I rode out of Lochinvar<br>Through Fairydom I seemed to go,<br>For round about, and near and far,<br>Enchanted lights began to glow;<br>And where I went, on what intent,<br>And who I was I did not know!<br>For lo, I met a troubadour<br>As I rode out of Lochinvar;<br>His like on earth is seen no more,<br>With feathered hat and gay guitar;<br>And loud and clear, and sweet to hear,<br>He sang a song of love and war.<br>As I rode out of Lochinvar<br>He sang a song I somehow knew,<br>The while he touched his gay guitar;<br>And when I asked him, 'Who are you?'<br>'Yourself!' he said — and bowed his head,<br>And vanished like the morning dew.<br>Though I may see him nevermore,<br>This much in very truth I ken,<br>That one, at heart a troubadour,<br>May seem a sober citizen,<br>Who sets afar his gay guitar<br>To seem just like his fellow men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q>
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About me all the scene was fair;
The skies, with not a cloud to mar,
Were filled with fresh and dewy air,
While making song, a merry throng,
The thrushes warbled everywhere.
As I rode out of Lochinvar
Through Fairydom I ..."></div>
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