<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet LXXXII: Hoarded Joy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said: “Nay, pluck not,—let the first fruit be:<br>Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red,<br>But let it ripen still. The tree's bent head<br>Sees in the stream its own fecundity<br>And bides the day of fulness. Shall not we<br>At the sun's hour that day possess the shade,<br>And claim our fruit before its ripeness fade,<br>And eat it from the branch and praise the tree?”<br>I say: “Alas! our fruit hath wooed the sun<br>Too long,—'tis fallen and floats adown the stream.<br>Lo, the last clusters! Pluck them every one,<br>And let us sup with summer; ere the gleam<br>Of autumn set the year's pent sorrow free,<br>And the woods wail like echoes from the sea.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360668" data-title="Sonnet LXXXII: Hoarded Joy de Dante Gabriel Rossetti" data-description="I said: “Nay, pluck not,—let the first fruit be: Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red, But let it ripen still. The tree's bent head Sees in the stream its own fecundity And bides the day of fulness. Shall not we At the sun's hour that day ..."></div> </div> </div>

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