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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Invita Minerva</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not of desire alone is music born, <br>Not till the Muse wills is our passion crowned; <br>Unsought she comes; if sought, but seldom found, <br>Repaying thus our longing with her scorn. <br>Hence is it poets often are forlorn, <br>In super-subtle chains of silence bound, <br>And mid the crowds that compass them around <br>Still dwell in isolation night and morn, <br>With knitted brow and cheek all passion-pale <br>Showing the baffled purpose of the mind. <br>Hence is it I, that find no prayers avail <br>To move my Lyric mistress to be kind, <br>Have stolen away into this leafy dale <br>Drawn by the flutings of the silvery wind.</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=Thomas+Bailey+Aldrich">Thomas Bailey Aldrich</a></strong></div>

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