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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fortune</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dame Fortune’s jade with a fanciful horn<br>Of silver ambitions she warns of the flame;<br>With pearls for the princes and tears night and morn<br>For poor little poets who fluttered for fame,<br>Who smile when she sings as she dances along;<br>&quot;Come; woo me with courage and delicate song.&quot;<br>I followed her once, but she wearied me soon.<br>All careless was I of her roseate quest.<br>I built a dream house, while the stars were in tune,<br>And slipped into silence and exquisite rest.<br>But she, like her sex, when my passion seemed cold,<br>Ran hither and offered me all of her gold.<br>I went to the door, and I looked at her ware<br>Of agate and amber and cool crysolite;<br>I shook my wise head with a holiday air,<br>And bade her good-day in a daring delight<br>For I am a fool, and my fortune is made;<br>I care not a fig for a crown or a spade;<br>I dwell with the elves ‘neath the odorous sky;<br>The dews of the dawn brush my gables with glee;<br>And moonlights and sunlights and lovers pass by<br>All humming this song as they peep upon me:<br>&quot;Heigh-ho! For the fool who can pity all pelf,<br>And finds in his bliss that his fortune’s himself.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Zora+Bernice+May+Cross">Zora Bernice May Cross</a><div class=q>
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Of silver ambitions she warns of the flame;
With pearls for the princes and tears night and morn
For poor little poets who fluttered for fame,
Who smile when she sings as she dances along;
&quot;Come; woo..."></div>
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