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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=339824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unstrung</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=339824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My skies were blue, and my sun was bright,<br>And, with fingers tender and strong and light,<br>He woke up the music that slept before—<br>Echoing, echoing evermore!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=339824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">By-and-by, my skies grew grey;—<br>No master-touch on the harp-strings lay,—<br>Dead silence cradled the notes divine:<br>His soul had wander'd away from mine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=339824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Idly, o'er strange harps swept his hand,<br>Seeking for music more wild and grand.<br>He wearied at last of his fruitless quest,<br>And he came again to my harp for rest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=339824" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the dust lay thick on the golden wires,<br>And they would not thrill to the old desires.<br>The chords, so broken and jarred with pain,<br>Could never be tender and sweet again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a></strong></div>

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