<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116312" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Another Way of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> June was not over<br> Though past the full,<br> And the best of her roses<br> Had yet to blow,<br> When a man I know<br> (But shall not discover,<br> Since ears are dull,<br> And time discloses)<br>Turned him and said with a man's true air,<br>Half sighing a smile in a yawn, as 'twere,—<br>"If I tire of your June, will she greatly care?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> II</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Well, dear, in-doors with you!<br> True! serene deadness<br> Tries a man's temper.<br> What's in the blossom<br> June wears on her bosom?<br> Can it clear scores with you?<br> Sweetness and redness.<br> Eadem semper!<br>Go, let me care for it greatly or slightly!<br>If June mend her bower now, your hand left unsightly<br>By plucking the roses,—my June will do rightly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> III</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And after, for pastime,<br> If June be refulgent<br> With flowers in completeness,<br> All petals, no prickles,<br> Delicious as trickles<br> Of wine poured at mass-time,—<br> And choose One indulgent<br> To redness and sweetness:<br>Or if, with experience of man and of spider,<br>June use my June-lightning, the strong insect-ridder,<br>And stop the fresh film-work,—why, June will consider.</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> <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=116312" data-title="Another Way of Love de Robert Browning" data-description="I/ June was not over/ Though past the full,/ And the best of her roses/ Had yet to blow,/ When a man I know/ (But shall not discover,/ Since ears are dull,/ And time discloses)/Turned him and said with a man's true air,/Half sighing a smil..."></div> </div> </div>

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