<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396799" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Modern Love XLV: It Is the Season</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the season of the sweet wild rose, <br>My Lady's emblem in the heart of me! <br>So golden-crownèd shines she gloriously, <br>And with that softest dream of blood she glows: <br>Mild as an evening heaven round Hesper bright! <br>I pluck the flower, and smell it, and revive <br>The time when in her eyes I stood alive. <br>I seem to look upon it out of Night. <br>Here's Madam, stepping hastily. Her whims <br>Bid her demand the flower, which I let drop. <br>As I proceed, I feel her sharply stop, <br>And crush it under heel with trembling limbs. <br>She joins me in a cat-like way, and talks <br>Of company, and even condescends <br>To utter laughing scandal of old friends. <br>These are the summer days, and these our walks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</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=396799" data-title="Modern Love XLV: It Is the Season de George Meredith" data-description="It is the season of the sweet wild rose, My Lady's emblem in the heart of me! So golden-crownèd shines she gloriously, And with that softest dream of blood she glows: Mild as an evening heaven round Hesper bright! I pluck the flower, and sme..."></div> </div> </div>

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