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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>April</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN the fields catch flower<br>And the underwood is green,<br>And from bower unto bower<br>The songs of the birds begin,<br>I sing with sighing between.<br>When I laugh and sing,<br>I am heavy at heart for my sin;<br>I am sad in the spring<br>For my love that I shall not win,<br>For a foolish thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This profit I have of my woe,<br>That I know, as I sing,<br>I know he will needs have it so<br>Who is master and king,<br>Who is lord of the spirit of spring.<br>I will serve her and will not spare<br>Till her pity awake<br>Who is good, who is pure, who is fair,<br>Even her for whose sake<br>Love hath ta’en me and slain unaware.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my lord, O Love,<br>I have laid my life at thy feet;<br>Have thy will thereof,<br>Do as it please thee with it,<br>For what shall please thee is sweet.<br>I am come unto thee<br>To do thee service, O Love;<br>Yet cannot I see<br>Thou wilt take any pity thereof,<br>Any mercy on me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the grace I have long time sought<br>Comes never in sight,<br>If in her it abideth not,<br>Through thy mercy and might,<br>Whose heart is the world’s delight.<br>Thou hast sworn without fail I shall die,<br>For my heart is set<br>On what hurts me, I wot not why,<br>But cannot forget<br>What I love, what I sing for and sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is worthy of praise,<br>For this grief of her giving is worth<br>All the joy of my days<br>That lie between death’s day and birth,<br>All the lordship of things upon earth.<br>Nay, what have I said?<br>I would not be glad if I could;<br>My dream and my dread<br>Are of her, and for her sake I would<br>That my life were fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, sweet, if I durst not pray to you,<br>Then were I dead;<br>If I sang not a little to say to you,<br>(Could it be said)<br>O my love, how my heart would be fed;<br>Ah sweet who hast hold of my heart,<br>For thy love’s sake I live,<br>Do but tell me, ere either depart,<br>What a lover may give<br>For a woman so fair as thou art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lovers that disbelieve,<br>False rumours shall grieve<br>And evil-speaking shall part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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And the underwood is green,
And from bower unto bower
The songs of the birds begin,
I sing with sighing between.
When I laugh and sing,
I am heavy at heart for my sin;
I am sad in the spring
For my love that I shall no..."></div>
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