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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Variations Upon Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>For God's sake, let me love you, and give over<br>These tedious protestations of a lover;<br>We're of one mind to love, and there's no let:<br>Remember that, and all the rest forget.<br>And let's be happy, mistress, while we may,<br>Ere yet to-morrow shall be called to-day.<br>To-morrow may be heedless, idle-hearted:<br>One night's enough for love to have met and parted.<br>Then be it now, and I'll not say that I<br>In many several deaths for you would die;<br>And I'll not ask you to declare that you<br>Will longer love than women mostly do.<br>Leave words to them whom words, not doings, move,<br>And let our silence answer for our love.<br>II<br>Oh, woman! I am jealous of the eyes<br>That look upon you; all my looks are spies<br>That do but lurk and follow you about,<br>Restless to find some guilty secret out.<br>I am unhappy if I see you not,<br>Unhappy if I see you; tell me what<br>That smile betokens? what close thing is hid<br>Beneath the half-way lifting of a lid?<br>Who is it, tell me, I so dread to meet,<br>Just as we turn the corner of the street?<br>Daily I search your baffling eyes to see<br>Who knows what new admitted company?<br>And, sick with dread to find the thing I seek,<br>I tremble at the name you do not speak.<br>III<br>I know your lips are bought like any fruit;<br>I know your love, and of your love the root;<br>I know your kisses toll for love that dies<br>In kissing, to be buried in your eyes;<br>I know I am degraded for your sake,<br>And that my shame will not so much as make<br>Your glory, or be reckoned in the debt<br>Of memories you are mindful to forget.<br>All this I know, and, knowing it, I come<br>Delighted to my daily martyrdom;<br>And, rich in love beyond the common store,<br>Become for you a beggar, to implore<br>The broken crumbs that from your table fall,<br>Freely, in your indifference, on all.<br>IV<br>I loved her; and you say she loved me not.<br>Well, if I loved her? And if she forgot,<br>Well, I have not forgotten even yet:<br>Time, and spent tears, may teach me to forget.<br>And so she loves another, and did then<br>When she was heaven and earth to me, and when,<br>Truly, she made me happy. It may be:<br>I only know how good she was to me.<br>Friend, to have loved, to have been made happy thus,<br>What better fate has life in store for us,<br>The dream of life from which we have to wake,<br>Happier, why not? why not for a dream's sake?<br>To have been loved is well, and well enough<br>For any man: but 'tis enough to love.</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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For God's sake, let me love you, and give over
These tedious protestations of a lover;
We're of one mind to love, and there's no let:
Remember that, and all the rest forget.
And let's be happy, mistress, while we may,
Ere yet to-morrow shall be ..."></div>
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