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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Beethoven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In o'er-strict calyx lingering,<br> Lay music's bud too long unblown,<br>Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring:<br> Then bloomed the perfect rose of tone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Psalmist of the weak, the strong,<br> O Troubadour of love and strife,<br>Co-Litanist of right and wrong,<br> Sole Hymner of the whole of life,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not how, I care not why, --<br> Thy music sets my world at ease,<br>And melts my passion's mortal cry<br> In satisfying symphonies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It soothes my accusations sour<br> 'Gainst thoughts that fray the restless soul:<br>The stain of death; the pain of power;<br> The lack of love 'twixt part and whole;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The yea-nay of Freewill and Fate,<br> Whereof both cannot be, yet are;<br>The praise a poet wins too late<br> Who starves from earth into a star;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lies that serve great parties well,<br> While truths but give their Christ a cross;<br>The loves that send warm souls to hell,<br> While cold-blood neuters take no loss;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Th' indifferent smile that nature's grace<br> On Jesus, Judas, pours alike;<br>Th' indifferent frown on nature's face<br> When luminous lightnings strangely strike</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sailor praying on his knees<br> And spare his mate that's cursing God;<br>How babes and widows starve and freeze,<br> Yet Nature will not stir a clod;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why Nature blinds us in each act<br> Yet makes no law in mercy bend,<br>No pitfall from our feet retract,<br> No storm cry out `Take shelter, friend;'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why snakes that crawl the earth should ply<br> Rattles, that whoso hears may shun,<br>While serpent lightnings in the sky,<br> But rattle when the deed is done;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How truth can e'er be good for them<br> That have not eyes to bear its strength,<br>And yet how stern our lights condemn<br> Delays that lend the darkness length;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To know all things, save knowingness;<br> To grasp, yet loosen, feeling's rein;<br>To waste no manhood on success;<br> To look with pleasure upon pain;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though teased by small mixt social claims,<br> To lose no large simplicity,<br>And midst of clear-seen crimes and shames<br> To move with manly purity;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To hold, with keen, yet loving eyes,<br> Art's realm from Cleverness apart,<br>To know the Clever good and wise,<br> Yet haunt the lonesome heights of Art;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Psalmist of the weak, the strong,<br> O Troubadour of love and strife,<br>Co-Litanist of right and wrong,<br> Sole Hymner of the whole of life,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not how, I care not why,<br> Thy music brings this broil at ease,<br>And melts my passion's mortal cry<br> In satisfying symphonies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, it forgives me all my sins,<br> Fits life to love like rhyme to rhyme,<br>And tunes the task each day begins<br> By the last trumpet-note of Time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a><div class=q>
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 Lay music's bud too long unblown,
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 Then bloomed the perfect rose of tone.

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