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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341950" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Before Parting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A MONTH or twain to live on honeycomb<br>Is pleasant; but one tires of scented time,<br>Cold sweet recurrence of accepted rhyme,<br>And that strong purple under juice and foam<br>Where the wine’s heart has burst;<br>Nor feel the latter kisses like the first.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once yet, this poor one time; I will not pray<br>Even to change the bitterness of it,<br>The bitter taste ensuing on the sweet,<br>To make your tears fall where your soft hair lay<br>All blurred and heavy in some perfumed wise<br>Over my face and eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet who knows what end the scythèd wheat<br>Makes of its foolish poppies’ mouths of red?<br>These were not sown, these are not harvested,<br>They grow a month and are cast under feet<br>And none has care thereof,<br>As none has care of a divided love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know each shadow of your lips by rote,<br>Each change of love in eyelids and eyebrows;<br>The fashion of fair temples tremulous<br>With tender blood, and colour of your throat;<br>I know not how love is gone out of this,<br>Seeing that all was his.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love’s likeness there endures upon all these:<br>But out of these one shall not gather love.<br>Day hath not strength nor the night shade enough<br>To make love whole and fill his lips with ease,<br>As some bee-builded cell<br>Feels at filled lips the heavy honey swell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not how this last month leaves your hair<br>Less full of purple colour and hid spice,<br>And that luxurious trouble of closed eyes<br>Is mixed with meaner shadow and waste care;<br>And love, kissed out by pleasure, seems not yet<br>Worth patience to regret.</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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Is pleasant; but one tires of scented time,
Cold sweet recurrence of accepted rhyme,
And that strong purple under juice and foam
Where the wine’s heart has burst;
Nor feel the latter kisses like the first.

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