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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When London Calls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They leave us - artists, singers, all -<br> When London calls aloud,<br>Commanding to her Festival<br> The gifted crowd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sits beside the ship-choked Thames,<br> Sad, weary, cruel, grand;<br>Her crown imperial gleams with gems<br> From many a land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From overseas, and far away,<br> Come crowded ships and ships -<br>Grim-faced she gazes on them; yea,<br> With scornful lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The garden of the earth is wide;<br> Its rarest blooms she picks<br>To deck her board, this haggard-eyed<br> Imperatrix.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad, sad is she, and yearns for mirth;<br> With voice of golden guile<br>She lures men from the ends of earth<br> To make her smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The student of wild human ways<br> In wild new lands; the sage<br>With new great thoughts; the bard whose lays<br> Bring youth to age;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The painter young whose pictures shine<br> With colours magical;<br>The singer with the voice divine -<br> She lures them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But all their new is old to her<br> Who bore the Anakim;<br>She gives them gold or Charon's fare<br> As suits her whim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crowned Ogress - old, and sad, and wise -<br> She sits with painted face<br>And hard, imperious, cruel eyes<br> In her high place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To him who for her pleasure lives,<br> And makes her wish his goal,<br>A rich Tarpeian gift she gives -<br> That slays his soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The story-teller from the Isles<br> Upon the Empire's rim,<br>With smiles she welcomes - and her smiles<br> Are death to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Her, whose pleasure is her law,<br> In vain the shy heart bleeds -<br>The Genius with the Iron jaw<br> Alone succeeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the Poet's lays grow bland,<br> And urbanised, and prim -<br>She stretches forth a jewelled hand<br> And strangles him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sits beside the ship-choked Thames<br> With Sphinx-like lips apart -<br>Mistress of many diadems -<br> Death in her heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</a><div class=q>
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 When London calls aloud,
Commanding to her Festival
 The gifted crowd.

She sits beside the ship-choked Thames,
 Sad, weary, cruel, grand;
Her crown imperial gleams with gems
 From many a land.

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