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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rococo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">TAKE HANDS and part with laughter;<br>Touch lips and part with tears;<br>Once more and no more after,<br>Whatever comes with years.<br>We twain shall not remeasure<br>The ways that left us twain;<br>Nor crush the lees of pleasure<br>From sanguine grapes of pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We twain once well in sunder,<br>What will the mad gods do<br>For hate with me, I wonder,<br>Or what for love with you?<br>Forget them till November,<br>And dream there’s April yet;<br>Forget that I remember,<br>And dream that I forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time found our tired love sleeping,<br>And kissed away his breath;<br>But what should we do weeping,<br>Though light love sleep to death?<br>We have drained his lips at leisure,<br>Till there’s not left to drain<br>A single sob of pleasure,<br>A single pulse of pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dream that the lips once breathless<br>Might quicken if they would;<br>Say that the soul is deathless;<br>Dream that the gods are good;<br>Say March may wed September,<br>And time divorce regret;<br>But not that you remember,<br>And not that I forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have heard from hidden places<br>What love scarce lives and hears:<br>We have seen on fervent faces<br>The pallor of strange tears:<br>We have trod the wine-vat’s treasure,<br>Whence, ripe to steam and stain,<br>Foams round the feet of pleasure<br>The blood-red must of pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remembrance may recover<br>And time bring back to time<br>The name of your first lover,<br>The ring of my first rhyme;<br>But rose-leaves of December<br>The frosts of June shall fret,<br>The day that you remember,<br>The day that I forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snake that hides and hisses<br>In heaven we twain have known;<br>The grief of cruel kisses,<br>The joy whose mouth makes moan;<br>The pulse’s pause and measure,<br>Where in one furtive vein<br>Throbs through the heart of pleasure<br>The purpler blood of pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have done with tears and treasons<br>And love for treason’s sake;<br>Room for the swift new seasons,<br>The years that burn and break,<br>Dismantle and dismember<br>Men’s days and dreams, Juliette;<br>For love may not remember,<br>But time will not forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life treads down love in flying,<br>Time withers him at root;<br>Bring all dead things and dying,<br>Reaped sheaf and ruined fruit,<br>Where, crushed by three days’ pressure,<br>Our three days’ love lies slain;<br>And earlier leaf of pleasure,<br>And latter flower of pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breathe close upon the ashes,<br>It may be flame will leap;<br>Unclose the soft close lashes,<br>Lift up the lids, and weep.<br>Light love’s extinguished ember,<br>Let one tear leave it wet<br>For one that you remember<br>And ten that you forget.</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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Touch lips and part with tears;
Once more and no more after,
Whatever comes with years.
We twain shall not remeasure
The ways that left us twain;
Nor crush the lees of pleasure
From sanguine grapes of pain.

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