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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In a Year</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never any more,<br> While I live,<br>Need I hope to see his face<br> As before.<br>Once his love grown chill,<br> Mine may strive:<br>Bitterly we re-embrace,<br> Single still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it something said,<br> Something done,<br>Vexed him? was it touch of hand,<br> Turn of head?<br>Strange! that very way<br> Love begun:<br>I as little understand<br> Love's decay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I sewed or drew,<br> I recall<br>How he looked as if I sung,<br> —Sweetly too.<br>If I spoke a word,<br> First of all<br>Up his cheek the colour sprang,<br> Then he heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting by my side,<br> At my feet,<br>So he breathed but air I breathed,<br> Satisfied!<br>I, too, at love's brim<br> Touched the sweet:<br>I would die if death bequeathed<br> Sweet to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Speak, I love thee best!"<br> He exclaimed:<br>"Let thy love my own foretell!"<br> I confessed:<br>"Clasp my heart on thine<br> "Now unblamed,<br>"Since upon thy soul as well<br> "Hangeth mine!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it wrong to own,<br> Being truth?<br>Why should all the giving prove<br> His alone?<br>I had wealth and ease,<br> Beauty, youth:<br>Since my lover gave me love,<br> I gave these.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was all I meant,<br> —To be just,<br>And the passion I had raised,<br> To content.<br>Since he chose to change<br> Gold for dust,<br>If I gave him what he praised<br> Was it strange?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would he loved me yet,<br> On and on,<br>While I found some way undreamed<br> —Paid my debt!<br>Gave more life and more,<br> Till, all gone,<br>He should smile "She never seemed<br> "Mine before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"What, she felt the while,<br> "Must I think?<br>"Love's so different with us men!"<br> He should smile:<br>"Dying for my sake—<br> "White and pink!<br>"Can't we touch these bubbles then<br> "But they break?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear, the pang is brief,<br> Do thy part,<br>Have thy pleasure! How perplexed<br> Grows belief!<br>Well, this cold clay clod<br> Was man's heart:<br>Crumble it, and what comes next?<br> Is it God?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a> from <i>Men and Women</i><div class=q>
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