<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341375" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fontana Di Trevi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do I sit within the spell<br>Of eyes like thine, who oft have known<br>What 'tis in Beauty's gaze to dwell,<br>And then-to feel alone:<br>Back be remitted to my cell,<br>Too lately near a throne?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What though the moon on Trevi's fount,<br>Whilst we together drink, doth shine,<br>Can it the rural miles remount,<br>Or I subtract from mine?<br>Whilst Time hath scarce begun to count<br>The pleasant paths of thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How vain to thus divide its wave!<br>It will not help to blend our own.<br>Thy voice is gay, but mine is grave,<br>As thine too will have grown<br>In days when nought is left thee save<br>A half-remembered tone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light that gilds my world no more,<br>But only now just breaks on thine;<br>Thy shadows stretch all bright before,<br>Behind in darkness mine.<br>Leave me my unillumined shore,<br>And in thy lustre shine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth to thy Future, gifted child!<br>Oh, be it fair as thou!<br>As thy sweet tones and temper mild,<br>And cloudless as thy brow;<br>And thou wilt then be reconciled<br>That I am silent now!</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=341375" data-title="Fontana Di Trevi de Alfred Austin" data-description="Why do I sit within the spell Of eyes like thine, who oft have known What 'tis in Beauty's gaze to dwell, And then-to feel alone: Back be remitted to my cell, Too lately near a throne? What though the moon on Trevi's fount, Whilst we together dri..."></div> </div> </div>

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