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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If I To You But Sorry Bring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I to you but sorrow bring,<br>But aching hours and brackish tears,<br>And that poor drooping Hope whose wing<br>Flags 'neath the weight of clogging fears,<br>Then let me in the desert hide<br>This fatal gift, this feverish breast;<br>Or, better,'neath the sounding tide<br>Be hushed, and evermore at rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What recks it if at length I lie<br>In my cold bed of narrow earth,<br>And neither wave, nor sun, nor sky,<br>Vex me with its untimely mirth?<br>Have I not known what 'tis to hold<br>In pulsing arms your bounding heart?<br>Oh come, dear Death! and make them cold,<br>If life can do no more than part!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For even then at times would stir<br>The veins that now with passion glow,<br>And I, within my sepulchre,<br>Anon should warm and conscious grow.<br>The pulse would throb, the bosom wake,<br>And crave the joy they once had known,<br>And 'twere as easy, for your sake,<br>To find me there, as here, alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then I feel that you would come,<br>Would pierce the sod, would cleave the wave,<br>And as my heart was waxing numb,<br>Would at my side a pillow crave.<br>And I should start, and live, and find<br>In narrow bounds, but tight embrace,<br>The bliss Despair had left behind,<br>And never thought again to face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world is wide, but tell me where,<br>Where shall I wander and not see,<br>See, hear, and feel, on earth, in air,<br>Something that doth remind of thee?<br>If I ascend to heaven, thou<br>Wilt be my first, sole seraph there;<br>And did I don the demon's brow,<br>Wouldst all my dear damnation share!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not good nor ill, not life nor death,<br>Not dark, not light, not joy, not smart,<br>Not one of these betokeneth<br>What unto me thou-loved one-art!<br>Thou art my first, my last, my all,<br>What keeps me here, what calls me hence-<br>At once my freedom and my thrall,<br>My centre, my circumference!</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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But aching hours and brackish tears,
And that poor drooping Hope whose wing
Flags 'neath the weight of clogging fears,
Then let me in the desert hide
This fatal gift, this feverish breast;
Or, better,'neath the soundi..."></div>
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