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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341307" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Rare Guest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, that all men think they know,<br>Is a rare guest here below;<br>But with mortals when it stays,<br>These are its unerring ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>Love builds secret, half afraid,<br>In the covert, in the shade,<br>Fostering, where none know it is,<br>Solitary gladnesses.<br>Pry not on its brooding breast,<br>Lest it should desert its nest.<br>Then, all seen, you naught can save;<br>'Twas a cradle;-'tis a grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>Love loves tumult closed with rest,<br>Spreads its wings and bares its breast<br>To the unrelenting strain<br>Of the passionate hurricane.<br>Though its plumes are frayed like foam,<br>On it presses still for home,<br>Upward, slowly-onward, fast-<br>Till, when it descries at last<br>Tall tops swaying to and fro,<br>Down it drops to nest below.<br>Then the wind that rocks the tree<br>Is to it a lullaby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III<br>Fancy talks itself away,<br>Love hath ever naught to say,<br>Save again the hushed caress,<br>And the sweet long silences,<br>Glistening gaze of trustful eyes,<br>Where none questions, none replies<br>Like, enraptured with its lot,<br>Star that shines but speaketh not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV<br>Men wax rich by thrifty living;<br>Love is opulent from giving,<br>Keeps its store from growing less<br>By unceasing lavishness;<br>Richest when it squanders all,<br>Never ruined prodigal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V<br>Lastly, Love, if it could choose,<br>Would not, as gross worldlings use,<br>Summon smiles and state to be<br>Sponsors to felicity.<br>These it fain would keep apart<br>From the nuptials of the heart,<br>Or, if they perforce attend,<br>Find them rather foe than friend.<br>For, without the world's disfavour,<br>Sweet love loses half its savour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, that all men think they know,<br>Is a rare guest here below;<br>But with mortals when it stays,<br>These are its unerring ways.</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>
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Love builds secret, half afraid,
In the covert, in the shade,
Fostering, where none know it is,
Solitary gladnesses.
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