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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529187" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENAMOURED ARCHITECT OF AIRY RHYME</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENAMOURED architect of airy rhyme,<br>Build as thou wilt; heed not what each man says:<br>Good souls, but innocent of dreamers’ ways,<br>Will come, and marvel why thou wastest time;<br>Others, beholding how thy turrets climb <br>’Twixt theirs and heaven, will hate thee all thy days;<br>But most beware of those who come to praise.<br>O Wondersmith, O worker in sublime<br>And heaven-sent dreams, let art be all in all;<br>Build as thou wilt, unspoiled by praise or blame, <br>Build as thou wilt, and as thy light is given:<br>Then, if at last the airy structure fall,<br>Dissolve, and vanish—take thyself no shame.<br>They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">REMINISCENCE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THOUGH I am native to this frozen zone <br>That half the twelvemonth torpid lies, or dead;<br>Though the cold azure arching overhead<br>And the Atlantic’s never-ending moan<br>Are mine by heritage, I must have known<br>Life otherwhere in epochs long since fled; <br>For in my veins some Orient blood is red,<br>And through my thought are lotus blossoms blown.<br>I do remember … it was just at dusk,<br>Near a walled garden at the river’s turn<br>(A thousand summers seem but yesterday!), <br>A Nubian girl, more sweet than Khoorja musk,<br>Came to the water-tank to fill her urn,<br>And, with the urn, she bore my heart away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">OUTWARD BOUND</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I LEAVE behind me the elm-shadowed square<br>And carven portals of the silent street, <br>And wander on with listless, vagrant feet<br>Through seaward-leading alleys, till the air<br>Smells of the sea, and straightway then the care<br>Slips from my heart, and life once more is sweet.<br>At the lane’s ending lie the white-winged fleet. <br>O restless Fancy, whither wouldst thou fare?<br>Here are brave pinions that shall take thee far—<br>Gaunt hulks of Norway; ships of red Ceylon;<br>Slim-masted lovers of the blue Azores!<br>’T is but an instant hence to Zanzibar, <br>Or to the regions of the Midnight Sun;<br>Ionian isles are thine, and all the fairy shores!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ANDROMEDA</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE SMOOTH-WORN coin and threadbare classic phrase<br>Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth,<br>Beguile me not as in the olden days: <br>I think more grief and beauty dwell with truth.<br>Andromeda, in fetters by the sea,<br>Star-pale with anguish till young Perseus came,<br>Less moves me with her suffering than she,<br>The slim girl figure fettered to dark shame, <br>That nightly haunts the park, there, like a shade,<br>Trailing her wretchedness from street to street.<br>See where she passes—neither wife nor maid;<br>How all mere fiction crumbles at her feet!<br>Here is woe’s self, and not the mask of woe: <br>A legend’s shadow shall not move you so!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FOREVER am I conscious, moving here,<br>That should I step a little space aside<br>I pass the boundary of some glorified<br>Invisible domain—it lies so near! <br>Yet nothing know we of that dim frontier<br>Which each must cross, whatever fate betide,<br>To reach the heavenly cities where abide<br>(Thus Sorrow whispers) those that were most dear,<br>Now all transfigured in celestial light! <br>Shall we indeed behold them, thine and mine,<br>Whose going hence made black the noonday sun?—<br>Strange is it that across the narrow night<br>They fling us not some token, or make sign<br>That all beyond is not Oblivion. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">SLEEP</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN to soft sleep we give ourselves away,<br>And in a dream as in a fairy bark<br>Drift on and on through the enchanted dark<br>To purple daybreak—little thought we pay<br>To that sweet bitter world we know by day. <br>We are clean quit of it, as is a lark<br>So high in heaven no human eye can mark<br>The thin swift pinion cleaving through the gray.<br>Till we awake ill fate can do no ill,<br>The resting heart shall not take up again <br>The heavy load that yet must make it bleed;<br>For this brief space the loud world’s voice is still,<br>No faintest echo of it brings us pain.<br>How will it be when we shall sleep indeed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Bailey+Aldrich">Thomas Bailey Aldrich</a><div class=q>
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ENAMOURED architect of airy rhyme,
Build as thou wilt; heed not what each man says:
Good souls, but innocent of dreamers’ ways,
Will come, and marvel why thou wastest time;
Others, beholding how thy turrets cli..."></div>
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