<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368564" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Passion Past</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WERE I a boy, with a boy's heart-beat <br>At glimpse of her passing adown the street, <br>Of a room where she had entered and gone, <br>Or a page her hand had written on,-- <br>Would all be with me as it was before? <br>O no, never! no, no, never! <br>Never any more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were I a man, with a man's pulse-throb, <br>Breath hard and fierce, held down like a sob, <br>Dumb, yet hearing her lightest word, <br>Blind, until only her garment stirred: <br>Would I pour my life like wine on her floor? <br>No, no, never: never, never! <br>Never any more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gray and withered, wrinkled and marred, <br>I have gone through the fire and come out unscarred, <br>With the image of manhood upon me yet, <br>No shame to remember, no wish to forget: <br>But could she rekindle the pangs I bore?-- <br>O no, never! thank God, never! <br>Never any more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old and wrinkled, withered and gray,-- <br>And yet if her light step passed to-day, <br>I should see her face all faces among, <br>And say,--'Heaven love thee, whom I loved long! <br>Thou hast lost the key of my heart's door, <br>Lost it ever, and forever, <br>Ay, forevermore.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</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=368564" data-title="Passion Past de Dinah Maria Mulock Craik" data-description="WERE I a boy, with a boy's heart-beat At glimpse of her passing adown the street, Of a room where she had entered and gone, Or a page her hand had written on,-- Would all be with me as it was before? O no, never! no, no, never! Never any mor..."></div> </div> </div>

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