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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373973" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song Of Parting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DEDICATION</div><div style="margin:10px 0">QUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song <br>The richest crown a poet ever wore, <br>Since I have given you songs a whole year long, <br>Stoop, of your grace, and take this one song more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was upon a golden first June day <br>I chanced to take the quiet meadow way <br>The flowers and grasses met across my feet-- <br>Red sorrel, daisies, and pale meadow-sweet, <br>With buttercup that set the field ablaze-- <br>The fields have no such flowers now-a-days-- <br>The hedges all along were pearly white; <br>And there I met with Chloris, all alone, <br>I drew her face to lean against my own. <br>The branch of May that hid her maiden eyes<br>Was scented like the rose of Paradise-- <br>The May-bough fell: I knew what youth was worth, <br>And sunshine and the pleasant green-gowned earth, <br>When first love rhymed to summer and delight. <br>Yet, since my ship must sail away that day, <br>Despair new-born met new-born joy half-way. <br>And I, 'mid rapture and tears, found voice to say <br>'Farewell--my Love--to leave you is to die, <br>I never shall forget you, dear!--Good-bye!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At parting from Clarinda life was gray, <br>With the cold haze of mutual weariness; <br>The treasure our souls were bartered to possess, <br>We saw as ashes in the cold new day, <br>And only longed for leave to steal away <br>And wash remembrance from our tired eyes, <br>To cleanse our lips of kisses and of lies, <br>And to forget the barren fairy gold <br>For which we had journeyed such a weary road, <br>Had borne so hard a chain, so great a load, <br>Yet none the less was the old story told; <br>The old refrain re-iterate none the less, <br>'My life's one love,' we said, with sigh for sigh, <br>'I never can forget you, dear!--Good-bye!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were so innocent, so sure, so shy, <br>Life was a chart well-marked for you, you knew-- <br>With rocks and quicksands plainly set in view, <br>And, fitly beaconed by a heavenly star, <br>The port you sought marked unmistakeably <br>Attainable, and not so very far. <br>So of your charity you chose to try <br>To take a pirate bark to haven with you. <br>Ah! child, I had learned to steer on other seas, <br>Through other shoals--by other stars than these. <br>My chart had other ports you knew not of, <br>And so, one day, my black sails took the breeze, <br>And, ere you knew it, I was leagues away: <br>Yet not so far but you could hear me cry <br>Across the waters of your sheltered bay-- <br>'Farewell, my child! Farewell, my only love! <br>I never can forget you, dear!--Good-bye!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I had courted Chloe half a year <br>She bade me go--she could not hold me dear, <br>We parted in the orchard, very late: <br>The dew lay on the white sweet clover flowers <br>The moon shone through the pear-tree by the gate, <br>And on the grass the blossoms fell in showers. <br>'Pray Heaven,' I cried, 'to bless you--none the less <br>That you have cursed my life eternally!' <br>She laughed--my pretty china shepherdess, <br>Kissed her white hand towards the white full moon. <br>'Up there,' she said, 'the folk who say farewell <br>Never intone it to a funeral bell, <br>But sing it to the sweet old-fashioned tune! <br>Go there and learn!'--'I have learned that tune,' quoth I <br>''I never can forget you, dear!--Good-bye!'' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that far land where myrtles dream of love, <br>Where soft winds whisper through the orange grove; <br>And, 'twixt the sapphire of the seas and skies, <br>The sunshine of perpetual summer lies, <br>I brought white flowers to lie where Clemence lay. <br>The shutters, closed, strove with the radiant day, <br>And in her villa all was still and chill. <br>Flowers die, they say, but these flowers never will,-- <br>Whenever I see a rose I smell them still; <br>I laid them by her on the strait white bed: <br>There were no kisses given, no tears were shed, <br>And never a whisper of farewell was said; <br>Yet, when they had laid her underneath the clay, <br>And paid their prayers and tears, and gone their way, <br>My heart stirred, and I found the old word to say-- <br>This time--this one time--and this last time--true: <br>'White lady, my white flowers touch you where you lie, <br>I never shall forget you! Dear, good-bye!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Envoy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen of my life, and of the songs I sing, <br>Whose love sets life to such a royal tune; <br>This song of parting to your hands I bring, <br>As I bring honour and faith and everything: <br>Because I know our parting shall be soon-- <br>Since violets hardly live one happy moon, <br>And love, full-fledged, is ready to take wing; <br>But, when he flies, part we the silent way, <br>And, if you ever loved me, do not say: <br>'Farewell, my only love--I love you still, <br>I never will forget you!'--For you will!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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QUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song 
The richest crown a poet ever wore, 
Since I have given you songs a whole year long, 
Stoop, of your grace, and take this one song more. 


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