<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Choriambics-I.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring<br>Light-foot dance in the woods, whisper of life, woo me to wayfaring;<br>Ah! not now should you come, now when the road beckons,and good friends call,<br>Where are songs to be sung, fights to be fought, yea! and the best of all,<br>Love, on myriad lips fairer than yours, kisses you could not give! . . .<br>Dearest, why should I mourn, whimper, and whine, I that have yet to live?<br>Sorrow will I forget, tears for the best, love on the lips of you,<br>Now, when dawn in the blood wakes, and the sun laughs up the eastern blue;<br>I'll forget and be glad!<br> Only at length, dear, when the great day ends,<br>When love dies with the last light, and the last song has been sung, and friends<br>All are perished, and gloom strides on the heaven: then, as alone I lie,<br>'Mid Death's gathering winds, frightened and dumb, sick for the past, may I<br>Feel you suddenly there, cool at my brow; then may I hear the peace<br>Of your voice at the last, whispering love, calling, ere all can cease<br>In the silence of death; then may I see dimly, and know, a space,<br>Bending over me, last light in the dark, once, as of old, your face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115814" data-title="Choriambics-I. de Rupert Brooke" data-description="Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring/Light-foot dance in the woods, whisper of life, woo me to wayfaring;/Ah! not now should you come, now when the road beckons,and good friends call,/Where are songs to be sun..."></div> </div> </div>

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