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<blockquote data-quote="bettingpython" data-source="post: 2121004" data-attributes="member: 4307"><p>And they were stronger hands than mine</p><p>That digged the Ruby from the earth--</p><p>More cunning brains that made it worth</p><p>The large desire of a king,</p><p>And stouter hearts that through the brine</p><p>Went down the perfect Pearl to bring.</p><p></p><p>Lo, I have wrought in common clay</p><p>Rude figures of a rough-hewn race,</p><p>Since pearls strew not the market-place</p><p>In this my town of banishment,</p><p>Where with the shifting dust I play,</p><p>And eat the bread of discontent.</p><p></p><p>Yet is there life in that I make.</p><p>0 thou who knowest, turn and see--</p><p>As thou hast power over me</p><p>So have I power over these,</p><p>Because I wrought them for thy sake,</p><p>And breathed in them mine agonies.</p><p></p><p>Small mirth was in the making--now</p><p>I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay,</p><p>And, wearied, at thy feet I lay</p><p>My wares, ere I go forth to sell.</p><p>The long bazar will praise, but thou--</p><p>Heart of my heart--have I done well?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="bettingpython, post: 2121004, member: 4307"] And they were stronger hands than mine That digged the Ruby from the earth-- More cunning brains that made it worth The large desire of a king, And stouter hearts that through the brine Went down the perfect Pearl to bring. Lo, I have wrought in common clay Rude figures of a rough-hewn race, Since pearls strew not the market-place In this my town of banishment, Where with the shifting dust I play, And eat the bread of discontent. Yet is there life in that I make. 0 thou who knowest, turn and see-- As thou hast power over me So have I power over these, Because I wrought them for thy sake, And breathed in them mine agonies. Small mirth was in the making--now I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay, And, wearied, at thy feet I lay My wares, ere I go forth to sell. The long bazar will praise, but thou-- Heart of my heart--have I done well? [/QUOTE]
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