<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Experience</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LIKE Crusoe with the bootless gold we stand<br>Upon the desert verge of death, and say:<br>'What shall avail the woes of yesterday<br>To buy to-morrow's wisdom, in the land<br>Whose currency is strange unto our hand?<br>In life's small market they have served to pay<br>Some late-found rapture, could we but delay<br>Till Time hath matched our means to our demand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But otherwise Fate wills it, for, behold,<br>Our gathered strength of individual pain,<br>When Time's long alchemy hath made it gold,<br>Dies with us - hoarded all these years in vain,<br>Since those that might be heir to it the mould<br>Renew, and coin themselves new griefs again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, Death, we come full-handed to thy gate,<br>Rich with strange burden of the mingled years,<br>Gains and renunciations, mirth and tears,<br>And love's oblivion, and remembering hate,<br>Nor know we what compulsion laid such freight<br>Upon our souls - and shall our hopes and fears<br>Buy nothing of thee, Death? Behold our wares,<br>And sell us the one joy for which we wait.<br>Had we lived longer, life had such for sale,<br>With the last coin of sorrow purchased cheap,<br>But now we stand before thy shadowy pale,<br>And all our longings lie within thy keep -<br>Death, can it be the years shall naught avail?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not so,' Death answered, 'they shall purchase sleep.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Wharton">Edith Wharton</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=374282" data-title="Experience de Edith Wharton" data-description="I. LIKE Crusoe with the bootless gold we stand Upon the desert verge of death, and say: 'What shall avail the woes of yesterday To buy to-morrow's wisdom, in the land Whose currency is strange unto our hand? In life's small market they have serve..."></div> </div> </div>

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