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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of The Happy Shepherd</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE woods of Arcady are dead,<br>And over is their antique joy;<br>Of old the world on dreaming fed;<br>Grey Truth is now her painted toy;<br>Yet still she turns her restless head:<br>But O, sick children of the world,<br>Of all the many changing things<br>In dreary dancing past us whirled,<br>To the cracked tune that Chronos sings,<br>Words alone are certain good.<br>Where are now the warring kings,<br>Word be-mockers? -- By the Rood,<br>Where are now the watring kings?<br>An idle word is now their glory,<br>By the stammering schoolboy said,<br>Reading some entangled story:<br>The kings of the old time are dead;<br>The wandering earth herself may be<br>Only a sudden flaming word,<br>In clanging space a moment heard,<br>Troubling the endless reverie.<br>Then nowise worship dusty deeds,<br>Nor seek, for this is also sooth,<br>To hunger fiercely after truth,<br>Lest all thy toiling only breeds<br>New dreams, new dreams; there is no truth<br>Saving in thine own heart. Seek, then,<br>No learning from the starry men,<br>Who follow with the optic glass<br>The whirling ways of stars that pass --<br>Seek, then, for this is also sooth,<br>No word of theirs -- the cold star-bane<br>Has cloven and rent their hearts in twain,<br>And dead is all their human truth.<br>Go gather by the humming sea<br>Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell.<br>And to its lips thy story tell,<br>And they thy comforters will be.<br>Rewording in melodious guile<br>Thy fretful words a little while,<br>Till they shall singing fade in ruth<br>And die a pearly brotherhood;<br>For words alone are certain good:<br>Sing, then, for this is also sooth.<br>I must be gone: there is a grave<br>Where daffodil and lily wave,<br>And I would please the hapless faun,<br>Buried under the sleepy ground,<br>With mirthful songs before the dawn.<br>His shouting days with mirth were crowned;<br>And still I dream he treads the lawn,<br>Walking ghostly in the dew,<br>Pierced by my glad singing through,<br>My songs of old earth's dreamy youth:<br>But ah! she dreams not now; dream thou!<br>For fair are poppies on the brow:<br>Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.</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 over is their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy;
Yet still she turns her restless head:
But O, sick children of the world,
Of all the many changing things
In dreary d..."></div>
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