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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>First Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My long first year of perfect love, <br>My deep new dream of joy; She was a little chubby girl,<br>I was a chubby boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wore a crimson frock, white drawers,<br>A belt, a crown was on it;<br>She wore some angel's kind of dress<br>And such a tiny bonnet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old-fashioned, but the soft brown hair Would never keep its place; <br>A little maid with violet eyes, <br>And sunshine in her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my child-queen, in those lost days<br>How sweet was daily living! <br>How humble and how proud I grew, <br>How rich by merely giving!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She went to school, the parlour-maid <br>Slow stepping to her trot; <br>That parlour-maid, ah, did she feel <br>How lofty was her lot!<br>Across the road I saw her lift <br>My Queen, and with a sigh <br>I envied Raleigh; my new coat <br>Was hung a peg too high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hoard of never-given gifts <br>I cherished, priceless pelf; <br>'Twas two whole days ere I devoured <br>That peppermint myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Church I only prayed for her <br>'O God bless Lucy Hill;' <br>Child, may His angels keep their arms <br>Ever around you still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the hymn came round, with heart <br>That feared some heart's surprising<br>Its secret sweet, I climbed the seat <br>'Mid rustling and uprising;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there against her mother's arm <br>The sleeping child was leaning, <br>While far away the hymn went on, <br>The music and the meaning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh I loved with more of pain <br>Since then, with more of passion, <br>Loved with the aching in my love <br>After our grown-up fashion;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet could I almost be content <br>To lose here at your feet <br>A year or two, you murmuring elm, <br>To dream a dream so sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Dowden">Edward Dowden</a><div class=q>
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My deep new dream of joy; She was a little chubby girl,
I was a chubby boy.

I wore a crimson frock, white drawers,
A belt, a crown was on it;
She wore some angel's kind of dress
And such a tiny bonnet,

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