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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384640" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lady And The Dame</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,<br>To keep Time's perishing touch at bay<br>From the roseate splendor of the cheek so tender,<br>And the silver threads from the gold away;<br>And the tell-tale years that have hurried by us<br>Shall tiptoe back, and, with kind good-will,<br>They shall take their traces from off our faces,<br>If we will trust to thy magic skill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thou speakest fairly; but if I listen<br>And buy thy secret and prove its truth,<br>Hast thou the potion and magic lotion<br>To give me also the heart of youth?<br>With the cheek of rose and the eye of beauty,<br>And the lustrous locks of life's lost prime,<br>Wilt thou bring thronging each hope and longing<br>That made the glory of that dead Time?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When the sap in the trees sets young buds bursting,<br>And the song of the birds fills the air like spray,<br>Will rivers of feeling come once more stealing<br>From the beautiful hills of the far-away?<br>Wilt thou demolish the tower of reason<br>And fling forever down into the dust,<br>The caution time brought me, the lessons life taught me,<br>And put in their places my old sweet trust?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>If Time's footprint from my brow is driven,<br>Canst thou, too, take with thy subtle powers<br>The burden of thinking, and let me go drinking<br>The careless pleasures of youth's bright hours?<br>If silver threads from my tresses vanish,<br>If a glow once more in my pale cheek gleams,<br>Wilt thou slay duty and give back the beauty<br>Of days untroubled by aught but dreams?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When the soft, fair arms of the siren Summer<br>Encircle the earth in their languorous fold,<br>Will vast, deep oceans of sweet emotions<br>Surge through my veins as they surged of old?<br>Canst thou bring back from a day long vanished<br>The leaping pulse and the boundless aim?<br>I will pay thee double for all thy trouble,<br>If thou wilt restore all these, good dame.</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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From the roseate splendor of the cheek so tender,
And the silver threads from the gold away;
And the tell-tale years that have hurried by us
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