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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409093" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 02</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most men know love but as a part of life;<br>They hide it in some corner of the breast,<br>Even from themselves; and only when they rest<br>In the brief pauses of that daily strife,<br>Wherewith the world might else be not so rife,<br>They draw it forth (as one draws forth a toy<br>To soothe some ardent, kiss-exacting boy)<br>And hold it up to sister, child, or wife.<br>Ah me! why may not love and life be one?<br>Why walk we thus alone, when by our side,<br>Love, like a visible God, might be our guide?<br>How would the marts grow noble! and the street,<br>Worn like a dungeon-floor by weary feet,<br>Seem then a golden court-way of the Sun!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</a><div class=q>
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They hide it in some corner of the breast,
Even from themselves; and only when they rest
In the brief pauses of that daily strife,
Wherewith the world might else be not so rife,
They draw it forth (as one ..."></div>
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