<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Once, When The World Of Trees....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A girl, not young<br>Is at my door beating, <br>‘What do you want of me, ’<br>A voice comes, speaking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Only of me and mine<br>That you took from me, <br>Only the comb and wine<br>That once belonged me.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I have no tines of yours, ’<br>A voice is stating, <br>‘Only the dark, these walls<br>A long time waiting.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘What of that early breeze<br>That caught my blushing<br>Once, when the world of trees<br>Went by, rushing? ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘What of the glimpses caught<br>Of shadows, fleeting? <br>Open this dark, your door, <br>And speed our meeting.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Leave me to bury peace, ’<br>A voice, it trembles<br>‘I have no thought of lees, <br>Nor what resembles.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I have no window-panes<br>No frost, no hoar-dew, <br>Fingers that traced old stains<br>Were here before you.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bolting the shutters fast<br>I heard, despite me<br>Voices that spoke were mine, <br>Rasped deep inside me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Give me the breath, ’ she sobbed, <br>‘That I once sighed with – ‘<br>‘Never, ’ I said, ‘that breath<br>Was the breath you lied with.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8 December 1985</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</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=365810" data-title="Once, When The World Of Trees.... de David Lewis Paget" data-description="A girl, not young Is at my door beating, ‘What do you want of me, ’ A voice comes, speaking. ‘Only of me and mine That you took from me, Only the comb and wine That once belonged me.’ ‘I have no tines of yours, ’ A voice is stating..."></div> </div> </div>

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