<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Second Nature</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN I was young how fair the skies,<br>Such folly of cloud, such blue depths wise,<br>Such dews of morn, such calms of eve,<br>So many the lure and the reprieve--<br>Life seemed a toy to break and mend<br>And make a charm of in the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then slowly all the dew dried up<br>And only dust lay in the cup;<br>And since, to slake his thirst, man must,<br>I sought a cup that had no dust,<br>And found it at the Goat and Vine--<br>Mingled of brandy, beer and wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The goat-cup, straight, drew down the skies<br>And lit them in lunatick wise:<br>What had been rose went scarlet red,<br>And the pearl tints grew like the dead.<br>And the fresh primrose of the morn<br>Was the wet red of rain-spoiled corn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, with a head that aches and nods<br>I hold weak hands out to the gods;<br>And oh! forgiving gods and kind,<br>They give me healing to my mind,<br>And show me once again the lawn<br>Green and clear-gemmed with dews of dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O gods, who look down from above<br>Upon our tangle of lust and love,<br>And, in your purity, perceive<br>The worth of what our follies leave:<br>Give us but this, and sink the rest--<br>To know that dew and dawn are best.</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=374107" data-title="Second Nature de Edith Nesbit" data-description="WHEN I was young how fair the skies, Such folly of cloud, such blue depths wise, Such dews of morn, such calms of eve, So many the lure and the reprieve-- Life seemed a toy to break and mend And make a charm of in the end. Then slowly all the dew..."></div> </div> </div>

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