<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love's Suicide</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THIS treasure of love, these passion-flowers, <br>Dear as desire, are dearly bought: <br>The sweet unrest of seeing you <br>For some too-happy hour or two, <br>Is paid by such a wealth of tears, <br>Such grief, such bitterness, such fears, <br>Such wild remorse, such weak regret, <br>Such tide of longing towards you set, <br>As poison all my other hours, <br>And murder every other thought. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I cannot drink joy steeped in fears, <br>I choose the cold unhurtful days; <br>The roses you hold out to me <br>Are red and sweet enough to be <br>A crown one would so gladly wear <br>If but one's brows were strong to bear <br>The weight, and did not ache and ache <br>For the fair coronation's sake, <br>And dread of coming crownless years <br>When tired feet shall tread thorny ways. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There is a peace in sombre skies <br>Where no sun even tries to shine, <br>But not in these where transient glow, <br>And passionate bursts of sunshine show <br>Only life's dull fields drenched with rain, <br>And then the clouds set fast again <br>Into a leaden sky like this is, <br>Lit by no lightnings of warm kisses, <br>Whence, while I look into your eyes, <br>A thunderbolt may fall on mine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I give you back the rose I stole, <br>Pluck but pale leaves that near me grow. <br>I cannot love with half a heart, <br>'Tis all or nothing for my part; <br>And since the all may not be ours, <br>Since we may only pluck Love's flowers, <br>But may not in his temple stay, <br>I choose the grey and lonely way-- <br>And you--be thankful from your soul <br>That, loving you, I let you go.</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> <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=374065" data-title="Love's Suicide de Edith Nesbit" data-description="Le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle. THIS treasure of love, these passion-flowers, Dear as desire, are dearly bought: The sweet unrest of seeing you For some too-happy hour or two, Is paid by such a wealth of tears, Such grief, such bitterness, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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