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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392059" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unto This Last</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A boy's young fancy taketh love<br>Most simply, with the rind thereof;<br>A boy's young fancy tasteth more<br>The rind, than the deific core.<br>Ah, Sweet! to cast away the slips<br>Of unessential rind, and lips<br>Fix on the immortal core, is well;<br>But heard'st thou ever any tell<br>Of such a fool would take for food<br>Aspect and scent, however good,<br>Of sweetest core Love's orchards grow?<br>Should such a phantast please him so,<br>Love where Love's reverent self denies<br>Love to feed, but with his eyes,<br>All the savour, all the touch,<br>Another's--was there ever such?<br>Such were fool, if fool there be;<br>Such fool was I, and was for thee!<br>But if the touch and savour too<br>Of this fruit--say, Sweet, of you--<br>You unto another give<br>For sacrosanct prerogative,<br>Yet even scent and aspect were<br>Some elected Second's share;<br>And one, gone mad, should rest content<br>With memory of show and scent;<br>Would not thyself vow, if there sigh<br>Such a fool--say, Sweet, as I--<br>Treble frenzy it must be<br>Still to love, and to love thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet had I torn (man knoweth not,<br>Nor scarce the unweeping angels wot<br>Of such dread task the lightest part)<br>Her fingers from about my heart.<br>Heart, did we not think that she<br>Had surceased her tyranny?<br>Heart, we bounded, and were free!<br>O sacrilegious freedom!--Till<br>She came, and taught my apostate will<br>The winnowed sweet mirth cannot guess<br>And tear-fined peace of hopefulness;<br>Looked, spake, simply touched, and went.<br>Now old pain is fresh content,<br>Proved content is unproved pain.<br>Pangs fore-tempted, which in vain<br>I, faithless, have denied, now bud<br>To untempted fragrance and the mood<br>Of contrite heavenliness; all days<br>Joy affrights me in my ways;<br>Extremities of old delight<br>Afflict me with new exquisite<br>Virgin piercings of surprise,--<br>Stung by those wild brown bees, her eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q>
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Most simply, with the rind thereof;
A boy's young fancy tasteth more
The rind, than the deific core.
Ah, Sweet! to cast away the slips
Of unessential rind, and lips
Fix on the immortal core, is well;
But heard'st th..."></div>
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