<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Quid Non Supremus, Amantes?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why is there in the least touch of her hands<br>More grace than other women's lips bestow,<br>If love is but a slave in fleshly bands<br>Of flesh to flesh, wherever love may go?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why choose vain grief and heavy-hearted hours<br>For her lost voice, and dear remembered hair,<br>If love may cull his honey from all flowers,<br>And girls grow thick as violets, everywhere?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay! She is gone, and all things fall apart;<br>Or she is cold, and vainly have we prayed;<br>And broken is the summer's splendid heart,<br>And hope within a deep, dark grave is laid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As man aspires and falls, yet a soul springs<br>Out of his agony of flesh at last,<br>So love that flesh enthralls, shall rise on wings<br>Soul-centred, when the rule of flesh is past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, most High Love, or wreathed with myrtle sprays,<br>Or crownless and forlorn, nor less a star,<br>Thee may I serve and follow, all my days,<br>Whose thorns are sweet as never roses are!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ernest+Christopher+Dowson">Ernest Christopher Dowson</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=390131" data-title="Quid Non Supremus, Amantes? de Ernest Christopher Dowson" data-description="Why is there in the least touch of her hands More grace than other women's lips bestow, If love is but a slave in fleshly bands Of flesh to flesh, wherever love may go? Why choose vain grief and heavy-hearted hours For her lost voice, and dear re..."></div> </div> </div>

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