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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115887" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Great Lover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have been so great a lover: filled my days<br>So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,<br>The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,<br>Desire illimitable, and still content,<br>And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,<br>For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear<br>Our hearts at random down the dark of life.<br>Now, ere the unthinking silence on that strife<br>Steals down, I would cheat drowsy Death so far,<br>My night shall be remembered for a star<br>That outshone all the suns of all men's days.<br>Shall I not crown them with immortal praise<br>Whom I have loved, who have given me, dared with me<br>High secrets, and in darkness knelt to see<br>The inenarrable godhead of delight?<br>Love is a flame; - we have beaconed the world's night.<br>A city: - and we have built it, these and I.<br>An emperor: - we have taught the world to die.<br>So, for their sakes I loved, ere I go hence,<br>And the high cause of Love's magnificence,<br>And to keep loyalties young, I'll write those names<br>Golden for ever, eagles, crying flames,<br>And set them as a banner, that men may know,<br>To dare the generations, burn, and blow<br>Out on the wind of Time, shining and streaming. . . .<br>These I have loved:<br>   White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,<br>Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;<br>Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust<br>Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;<br>Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;<br>And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;<br>And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,<br>Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;<br>Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon<br>Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss<br>Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is<br>Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen<br>Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;<br>The benison of hot water; furs to touch;<br>The good smell of old clothes; and other such -<br>The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,<br>Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers<br>About dead leaves and last year's ferns. . . .<br>      Dear names,<br>And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;<br>Sweet water's dimpling laugh from tap or spring;<br>Holes in the ground; and voices that do sing;<br>Voices in laughter, too; and body's pain,<br>Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;<br>Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam<br>That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;<br>And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold<br>Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;<br>Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;<br>And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;<br>And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass; -<br>All these have been my loves. And these shall pass,<br>Whatever passes not, in the great hour,<br>Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power<br>To hold them with me through the gate of Death.<br>They'll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,<br>Break the high bond we made, and sell Love's trust<br>And sacramented covenant to the dust.<br>Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And give what's left of love again, and make<br>New friends, now strangers. . . .<br>     But the best I've known,<br>Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown<br>About the winds of the world, and fades from brains<br>Of living men, and dies.<br>    Nothing remains.<br>O dear my loves, O faithless, once again<br>This one last gift I give: that after men<br>Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed,<br>Praise you, "All these were lovely"; say, "He loved."</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>
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