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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Airs for the Lute</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>When the sobbing lute complains,<br>Grieving for an ancient sorrow,<br>This poor sorrow that remains<br>Fain would borrow,<br>To give pleading unto sorrow,<br>Those uncapturable strains.<br> <br>All, that hands upon the lute<br>Helped the voices to declare,<br>Voices mute<br>But for this, might I not share,<br>If, alas, I could but suit<br>Hand and voice unto the lute?<br>II<br>If time so sweetly<br>On true according viols make<br>Her own completely<br>The lawless laws of turn and shake;<br> <br>How should I doubt then<br>Love, being tuned unto your mood,<br>Should bring about then<br>True time and measure of your blood?<br>III<br>Why are you sorrowful in dreams?<br>I am sad in the night;<br>The hours till morning are white,<br>I hear the hours' flight<br>All night in dreams.<br> <br>Why do you send me your dreams?<br>For an old love's sake;<br>I dream if I sleep or wake,<br>And shall but one heart ache,<br>For the sake of dreams?<br> <br>Pray that we sleep without dreams!<br>Ah, love, the only way<br>To put sorrow away,<br>Night or day, night or day,<br>From the way of dreams!<br>IV<br>Strange, to remember tears!<br>Yet I know that I wept;<br>And those hopes and those fears,<br>Strange, were as real as tears!<br> <br>What's this delicate pain,<br>Twilight-coloured and grey?<br>Odour-like through my brain<br>Steals a shadowy pain.<br> <br>What's this joy in the air?<br>Musical as the leaves,<br>When the white winds are there,<br>Faint joy breathes in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Symons">Arthur Symons</a><div class=q>
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When the sobbing lute complains,
Grieving for an ancient sorrow,
This poor sorrow that remains
Fain would borrow,
To give pleading unto sorrow,
Those uncapturable strains.
 
All, that hands upon the lute
Helped the voices to declare,
Voices mute..."></div>
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