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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Perpetual Wooing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dull world clamors at my feet<br>And asks my hand and helping sweet;<br>And wonders when the time shall be<br>I'll leave off dreaming dreams of thee.<br>It blames me coining soul and time<br>And sending minted bits of rhyme--<br>A-wooing of thee still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall I make answer? This it is:<br>I camp beneath thy galaxies<br>Of starry thoughts and shining deeds;<br>And, seeing new ones, I must needs<br>Arouse my speech to tell thee, dear,<br>Though thou art nearer, I am near--<br>A-wooing of thee still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel thy heart-beat next mine own;<br>Its music hath a richer tone.<br>I rediscover in thine eyes<br>A balmier, dewier paradise.<br>I'm sure thou art a rarer girl--<br>And so I seek thee, finest pearl,<br>A-wooing of thee still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With blood of roses on thy lips--<br>Canst doubt my trembling?--something slips<br>Between thy loveliness and me--<br>So commonplace, so fond of thee.<br>Ah, sweet, a kiss is waiting where<br>That last one stopped thy lover's prayer--<br>A-wooing of thee still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When new light falls upon thy face<br>My gladdened soul discerns some trace<br>Of God, or angel, never seen<br>In other days of shade and sheen.<br>Ne'er may such rapture die, or less<br>Than joy like this my heart confess--<br>A-wooing of thee still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go thou, O soul of beauty, go<br>Fleet-footed toward the heavens aglow.<br>Mayhap, in following, thou shalt see<br>Me worthier of thy love and thee.<br>Thou wouldst not have me satisfied<br>Until thou lov'st me--none beside--<br>A-wooing of thee still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was a song of years ago--<br>Of spring! Now drifting flowers of snow<br>Bloom on the window-sills as white<br>As gray-beard looking through love's light<br>And holding blue-veined hands the while.<br>He finds her last--the sweetest smile--<br>A-wooing of her still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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And asks my hand and helping sweet;
And wonders when the time shall be
I'll leave off dreaming dreams of thee.
It blames me coining soul and time
And sending minted bits of rhyme--
A-wooing of thee still.

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