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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357193" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four springtimes lost: and in the fifth we stand, <br>here in this quiet hour of glory, still, <br>while o'er the bridal land <br>the westering sun dwells in untroubled gold, <br>a bridegroom proud of his permitted will, <br>whom grateful rapture suffers not be bold, <br>but tender now and bland <br>his amber locks and bended gaze are shed, <br>brimming, above the couch'd and happy clime: <br>all is content and ripe delight, full-fed. <br>And as your fingers brush my hand <br>so too the winning time <br>would charm me from regretful reverie <br>that keeps me somewhat sad, remembering — <br>not the old woodland days, for thou art near <br>and hold'st them safely hid <br>to rise and shine again, when waning skies shall bid — <br>but later dawns o' the year, away from thee <br>liv'd thro', even here, <br>and golden embraces of the light-hearted time <br>when I was sad at heart, remembering <br>the clear enchantments of our single year, <br>our woodland prime of love, its violet-budded vow, <br>receding ever now <br>farther and farther down the past, a gleam <br>that turns to softest pearl the luminous haze <br>drifting between in from the golden days <br>when I was sad at inmost heart, remembering <br>thee and the woodland season of bright laughter: — <br>so in my perverse and most loitering dream <br>(O fading, fading days!) <br>each season claims the homage due, long after <br>its glory has faded to an outcast thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christopher+John+Brennan">Christopher John Brennan</a><div class=q>
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here in this quiet hour of glory, still, 
while o'er the bridal land 
the westering sun dwells in untroubled gold, 
a bridegroom proud of his permitted will, 
whom grateful rapture suffers not be ..."></div>
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