<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416593" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dearth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hold your trembling hand to-night-- and yet<br>I may not know what wealth of bliss is mine,<br>My heart is such a curious design<br>Of trust and jealousy! Your eyes are wet--<br>So must I think they jewel some regret--,<br>And lo, the loving arms that round me twine<br>Cling only as the tendrils of a vine<br>Whose fruit has long been gathered: I forget,<br>While crimson clusters of your kisses press<br>Their wine out on my lips, my royal fair<br>Of rapture, since blind fancy needs must guess<br>They once poured out their sweetness otherwhere,<br>With fuller flavoring of happiness<br>Than e'en your broken sobs may now declare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</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=416593" data-title="Dearth de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="I hold your trembling hand to-night-- and yet I may not know what wealth of bliss is mine, My heart is such a curious design Of trust and jealousy! Your eyes are wet-- So must I think they jewel some regret--, And lo, the loving arms that round me..."></div> </div> </div>

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