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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Afterwards</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOW that our pathways sever here, <br> And mine slopes down across the night, <br> Whence I shall see you burning clear <br> A beacon on the mountain-height— <br> Now that our pathways sever here, <br> I have no kiss, I have no tear. <br> Your eyes my lonely world have lit <br> With sunset peace that lingers yet, <br> And on my gladdened heart is writ <br> No shade of blame, and no regret. <br> Your eyes my sombre world have lit, <br> And made a new world out of it. <br> Your soul is woven, strand and strand, <br> With mine across the woof of Time; <br> Your fingers trickle from my hand— <br> Yet where you go my soul shall climb. <br> Our souls are woven, strand with strand; <br> Think you the pattern was not planned? <br> Love finds a solace in regret— <br> With the rich past I am content <br> You dare not ask me to forget; <br> With memories I am opulent. <br> Love finds this solace in regret: <br> What solace if we had not met? <br> <br> The richest guerdon of this earth <br> You gave me like a flower to wear; <br> My heart is dowered beyond dearth, <br> A treasure through the dark I bear— <br> The richest guerdon of this earth, <br> The knowledge of one woman's worth. <br> The flower of your dear love is dead; <br> But Springs come ever with the years: <br> I asked you for your heart: instead <br> You gave me more, you gave your tears! <br> The blossom of your love is dead; <br> But all its fragrance is not fled. <br> Our ways lie solitary, long, <br> And we have done with halt and rest; <br> On to the goal the others throng, <br> No longer may we fare abreast. <br> Our ways lie solitary, long, <br> Yet through my sorrow laughs this song:— <br> Our pathways only now begin <br> To close the circle in, complete, <br> Until our purpose we shall win, <br> Until again, far off, we meet. <br> Our pathways only now begin <br> To narrow, narrow, narrow in! <br> <br> The race is ready to be run, <br> But clear and certain is our quest; <br> Your heart the prize that will be won. <br> This dallying was but a test <br> To try us ere the race be run. <br> Now—now the journey is begun! <br> Chance is not chance—but very wise. <br> I might have missed you blindly. Lo, <br> The countersign! Without disguise, <br> The soul I seek at last I know. <br> Chance is not chance—but very wise. <br> We part, that we may recognise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a><div class=q>
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 And mine slopes down across the night, 
 Whence I shall see you burning clear 
 A beacon on the mountain-height— 
 Now that our pathways sever here, 
 I have no kiss, I have no tear. 
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