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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In a Minor Key</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That was love that I had before<br>Years ago, when my heart was young;<br>Ev'ry smile was a gem you wore;<br>Ev'ry word was a sweet song sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You came--all my pulses burn'd and beat.<br>(O sweet wild throbs of an early day!)<br>You went--with the last dear sound of your feet<br>The light wax'd dim and the place grew grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I us'd to pace with a stealthy tread<br>By a certain house which is under a hill;<br>A cottage stands near, wall'd white, roof'd red--<br>Tall trees grow thick--I can see it still!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How I us'd to watch with a hope that was fear<br>For the least swift glimpse of your gown's dear fold!<br>(You wore blue gowns in those days, my dear--<br>One light for summer, one dark for cold.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tears and verses I shed for you in show'rs;<br>I would have staked my soul for a kiss;<br>Tribute daily I brought you of flow'rs,<br>Rose, lily, your favourite eucharis.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a day we were doomed to part;<br>There's a queer, small gate at the foot of a slope:<br>We parted there--and I thought my heart<br>Had parted for ever from love and hope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it love that I have to-day?<br>Love, that bloom'd early, has it bloom'd late<br>For me, that, clothed in my spirit's grey,<br>Sit in the stillness and stare at Fate?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Song nor sonnet for you I've penned,<br>Nor passionate paced by your home's wide wall<br>I have brought you never a flow'r, my friend,<br>Never a tear for your sake let fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet--and yet--ah, who understands?<br>We men and women are complex things!<br>A hundred tunes Fate's inexorable hands<br>May play on the sensitive soul-strings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Webs of strange patterns we weave (each owns)<br>From colour and sound; and like unto these,<br>Soul has its tones and its semitones,<br>Mind has its major and minor keys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your face (men pass it without a word)<br>It haunts my dreams like an odd, sweet strain;<br>When your name is spoken my soul is stirr'd<br>In its deepest depths with a dull, dim pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I paced, in the damp grey mist, last night<br>In the streets (an hour) to see you pass:<br>Yet I do not think that I love you--quite;<br>What's felt so finely 'twere coarse to class.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet--and yet--I scarce can tell why<br>(As I said, we are riddles and hard to read),<br>If the world went ill with you, and I<br>Could help with a hidden hand your need;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, ere I could reach you where you lay,<br>Must strength and substance and honour spend;<br>Journey long journeys by night and day--<br>Somehow, I think I should come, my friend!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Levy">Amy Levy</a><div class=q>
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That was love that I had before
Years ago, when my heart was young;
Ev'ry smile was a gem you wore;
Ev'ry word was a sweet song sung.

You came--all my pulses burn'd and beat.
(O sweet wild throbs of an early day!)
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