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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355290" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gemini And Virgo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some vast amount of years ago,<br>Ere all my youth had vanished from me,<br>A boy it was my lot to know,<br>Whom his familiar friends called Tommy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love to gaze upon a child;<br>A young bud bursting into blossom;<br>Artless, as Eve yet unbeguiled,<br>And agile as a young opossum:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And such was he. A calm-browed lad,<br>Yet mad, at moments, as a hatter:<br>Why hatters as a race are mad<br>I never knew, nor does it matter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was what nurses call a 'limb;'<br>One of those small misguided creatures,<br>Who, though their intellects are dim,<br>Are one too many for their teachers:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, if you asked of him to say<br>What twice 10 was, or 3 times 7,<br>He'd glance (in quite a placid way)<br>From heaven to earth, from earth to heaven:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And smile, and look politely round,<br>To catch a casual suggestion;<br>But make no effort to propound<br>Any solution of the question.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so not much esteemed was he<br>Of the authorities: and therefore<br>He fraternized by chance with me,<br>Needing a somebody to care for:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And three fair summers did we twain<br>Live (as they say) and love together;<br>And bore by turns the wholesome cane<br>Till our young skins became as leather:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And carved our names on every desk,<br>And tore our clothes, and inked our collars;<br>And looked unique and picturesque,<br>But not, it may be, model scholars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We did much as we chose to do;<br>We'd never heard of Mrs. Grundy;<br>All the theology we knew<br>Was that we mightn't play on Sunday;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all the general truths, that cakes<br>Were to be bought at four a-penny,<br>And that excruciating aches<br>Resulted if we ate too many:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And seeing ignorance is bliss,<br>And wisdom consequently folly,<br>The obvious result is this -<br>That our two lives were very jolly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last the separation came.<br>Real love, at that time, was the fashion;<br>And by a horrid chance, the same<br>Young thing was, to us both, a passion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old POSER snorted like a horse:<br>His feet were large, his hands were pimply,<br>His manner, when excited, coarse:-<br>But Miss P. was an angel simply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was a blushing gushing thing;<br>All--more than all--my fancy painted;<br>Once--when she helped me to a wing<br>Of goose--I thought I should have fainted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The people said that she was blue:<br>But I was green, and loved her dearly.<br>She was approaching thirty-two;<br>And I was then eleven, nearly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did not love as others do;<br>(None ever did that I've heard tell of)<br>My passion was a byword through<br>The town she was, of course, the belle of.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh sweet--as to the toilworn man<br>The far-off sound of rippling river;<br>As to cadets in Hindostan<br>The fleeting remnant of their liver -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me was ANNA; dear as gold<br>That fills the miser's sunless coffers;<br>As to the spinster, growing old,<br>The thought--the dream--that she had offers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd sent her little gifts of fruit;<br>I'd written lines to her as Venus;<br>I'd sworn unflinchingly to shoot<br>The man who dared to come between us:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it was you, my Thomas, you,<br>The friend in whom my soul confided,<br>Who dared to gaze on her--to do,<br>I may say, much the same as I did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night I SAW him squeeze her hand;<br>There was no doubt about the matter;<br>I said he must resign, or stand<br>My vengeance--and he chose the latter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We met, we 'planted' blows on blows:<br>We fought as long as we were able:<br>My rival had a bottle-nose,<br>And both my speaking eyes were sable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the school-bell cut short our strife,<br>Miss P. gave both of us a plaster;<br>And in a week became the wife<br>Of Horace Nibbs, the writing-master.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I loved her then--I'd love her still,<br>Only one must not love Another's:<br>But thou and I, my Tommy, will,<br>When we again meet, meet as brothers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be that in age one seeks<br>Peace only: that the blood is brisker<br>In boy's veins, than in theirs whose cheeks<br>Are partially obscured by whisker;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or that the growing ages steal<br>The memories of past wrongs from us.<br>But this is certain--that I feel<br>Most friendly unto thee, oh Thomas!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wheresoe'er we meet again,<br>On this or that side the equator,<br>If I've not turned teetotaller then,<br>And have wherewith to pay the waiter,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To thee I'll drain the modest cup,<br>Ignite with thee the mild Havannah;<br>And we will waft, while liquoring up,<br>Forgiveness to the heartless ANNA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Stuart+Calverley">Charles Stuart Calverley</a><div class=q>
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Ere all my youth had vanished from me,
A boy it was my lot to know,
Whom his familiar friends called Tommy.

I love to gaze upon a child;
A young bud bursting into blossom;
Artless, as Eve yet unbeguiled,
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