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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384301" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Old Man To His Sleeping Young Bride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As when the old moon lighted by the tender<br>And radiant crescent of the new is seen, <br>And for a moment's space suggests the splendor<br>Of what in its full prime it once has been, <br>So on my waning years you cast the glory<br>Of youth and pleasure, for a little hour; <br>And life again seems like an unread story, <br>And joy and hope both stir me with their power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can blooming June be fond of bleak December? <br>I dare not wait to hear my heart reply.<br>I will forget the question-and remember<br>Alone the priceless feast spread for mine eye, <br>That radiant hair that flows across the pillows, <br>Like shimmering sunbeams over drifts of snow; <br>Those heaving breasts, like undulating billows, <br>Whose dangers or delights but Love can know, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That crimson mouth from which sly Cupid borrowed<br>The pattern for his bow, nor asked consent; <br>That smooth, unruffled brow which has not sorrowed- <br>All these are mine; should I not be content? <br>Yet are these treasures mine, or only lent me? <br>And, who shall claim them when I pass away? <br>Oh, jealous Fate, to torture and torment me<br>With thoughts like these in my too fleeting day! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For while I gained the prize which all were seeking, <br>And won you with the ardor of my quest, <br>The bitter truth I know without your speaking-<br>You only let me love you at the best.<br>E'en while I lean and count my riches over, <br>And view with gloating eyes your priceless charms, <br>I know somewhere there dwells the unnamed lover<br>Who yet shall clasp you, willing, in his arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And while my hands stray through your clustering tresses, <br>And while my lips are pressed upon your own, <br>This unseen lover waits for such caresses<br>As my poor hungering clay has never known, <br>And when some day, between you and your duty<br>A green grave lies, his love shall make you glad, <br>And you shall crown him with your splendid beauty-<br>Ah, God! ah, God! 'tis this way men go mad!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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