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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballade Of The Voyage To Cythera</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I know Cythera long is desolate;<br>I know the winds have stripp'd the gardens green.<br>Alas, my friends! beneath the fierce sun's weight<br>A barren reef lies where Love's flowers have been,<br>Nor ever lover on that coast is seen!<br>So be it, but we seek a fabled shore,<br>To lull our vague desires with mystic lore,<br>To wander where Love's labyrinths beguile;<br>There let us land, there dream for evermore:<br>'It may be we shall touch the happy isle.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sea may be our sepulchre. If Fate,<br>If tempests wreak their wrath on us, serene<br>We watch the bolt of heaven, and scorn the hate<br>Of angry gods that smite us in their spleen.<br>Perchance the jealous mists are but the screen<br>That veils the fairy coast we would explore.<br>Come, though the sea be vex'd, and breakers roar,<br>Come, for the air of this old world is vile,<br>Haste we, and toil, and faint not at the oar;<br>'It may be we shall touch the happy isle.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grey serpents trail in temples desecrate<br>Where Cypris smiled, the golden maid, the queen,<br>And ruined is the palace of our state;<br>But happy Loves flit round the mast, and keen<br>The shrill wind sings the silken cords between.<br>Heroes are we, with wearied hearts and sore,<br>Whose flower is faded and whose locks are hoar,<br>Yet haste, light skiffs, where myrtle thickets smile;<br>Love's panthers sleep 'mid roses, as of yore:<br>'It may be we shall touch the happy isle!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">ENVOY.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sad eyes! the blue sea laughs, as heretofore.<br>Ah, singing birds your happy music pour!<br>Ah, poets, leave the sordid earth awhile;<br>Flit to these ancient gods we still adore:<br>'It may be we shall touch the happy isle!'</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=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a></strong></div>

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