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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>His Phoenix</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE is a queen in China, or maybe it's in Spain,<br>And birthdays and holidays such praises can be heard<br>Of her unblemished lineaments, a whiteness with no stain,<br>That she might be that sprightly girl trodden by a bird;<br>And there's a score of duchesses, surpassing woma-kind,<br>Or who have found a painter to make them so for pay<br>And smooth out stain and blemish with the elegance of his mind:<br>I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.<br>The young men every night applaud their Gaby's laughing eye,<br>And Ruth St. Denis had more charm although she had poor luck;<br>From nineteen hundred nine or ten, Pavlova's had the cry<br>And there's a player in the States who gathers up her cloak<br>And flings herself out of the room when Juliet would be bride<br>With all a woman's passion, a child's imperious way,<br>And there are -- but no matter if there are scores beside:<br>I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.<br>There's Margaret and Marjorie and Dorothy and Nan,<br>A Daphne and a Mary who live in privacy;<br>One's had her fill of lovers, another's had but one,<br>Another boasts, 'I pick and choose and have but two or three.'<br>If head and limb have beauty and the instep's high and light<br>They can spread out what sail they please for all I have to say,<br>Be but the breakers of men's hearts or engines of delight:<br>I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.<br>There'll be that crowd, that barbarous crowd, through all the centuries,<br>And who can say but some young belle may walk and talk men wild<br>Who is my beauty's equal, though that my heart denies,<br>But not the exact likeness, the simplicity of a child,<br>And that proud look as though she had gazed into the burning sun,<br>And all the shapely body no tittle gone astray.<br>I mourn for that most lonely thing; and yet God's will be done:<br>I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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And birthdays and holidays such praises can be heard
Of her unblemished lineaments, a whiteness with no stain,
That she might be that sprightly girl trodden by a bird;
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