<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Fragment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should fickle hands in far-off days<br>No longer stroke thy hair,<br>And lips that once were proud to praise<br>Forget to call thee fair,<br>Sigh but my name, and though I be<br>Mute in the churchyard mould,<br>I will arise and come to thee,<br>And worship as of old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And should I meet the wrinkled brow,<br>Or find the silver tress,<br>What were't to me, it would be thou,<br>I could not love thee less.<br>'Gainst love time wages bootless strife,<br>What now is would be then;<br>The cry that brought me back to life<br>Would make thee young again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</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=341295" data-title="A Fragment de Alfred Austin" data-description="Should fickle hands in far-off days No longer stroke thy hair, And lips that once were proud to praise Forget to call thee fair, Sigh but my name, and though I be Mute in the churchyard mould, I will arise and come to thee, And worship as of old. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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