<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No One So Much As You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one so much as you<br>Loves this my clay, <br>Or would lament as you<br>Its dying day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You know me through and through<br>Though I have not told, <br>And though with what you know<br>You are not bold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">None ever was so fair<br>As I thought you: <br>Not a word can I bear<br>Spoken against you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All that I ever did<br>For you seemed coarse<br>Compared with what I hid<br>Nor put in force. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes scarce dare meet you<br>Lest they should prove<br>I but respond to you<br>And do not love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We look and understand, <br>We cannot speak<br>Except in trifles and<br>Words the most weak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I at most accept<br>Your love, regretting<br>That is all: I have kept<br>Only a fretting </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That I could not return<br>All that you gave<br>And could not ever burn<br>With the love you have, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till sometimes it did seem<br>Better it were<br>Never to see you more<br>Than linger here </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With only gratitude<br>Instead of love -<br>A pine in solitude<br>Cradling a dove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Thomas">Edward Thomas</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=381229" data-title="No One So Much As You de Edward Thomas" data-description="No one so much as you Loves this my clay, Or would lament as you Its dying day. You know me through and through Though I have not told, And though with what you know You are not bold. None ever was so fair As I thought you: Not a word can I..."></div> </div> </div>

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