<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416810" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost Thrill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I grow so weary, someway, of all things<br>That love and loving have vouchsafed to me,<br>Since now all dreamed-of sweets of ecstasy<br>Am I possessed of: The caress that clings—<br>The lips that mix with mine with murmurings<br>No language may interpret, and the free,<br>Unfettered brood of kisses, hungrily<br>Feasting in swarms on honeyed blossomings<br>Of passion's fullest flower—For yet I miss<br>The essence that alone makes love divine—<br>The subtle flavoring no tang of this <br>Weak wine of melody may here define:—<br>A something found and lost in the first kiss<br>A lover ever poured through lips of mine.</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=416810" data-title="The Lost Thrill de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="I grow so weary, someway, of all things That love and loving have vouchsafed to me, Since now all dreamed-of sweets of ecstasy Am I possessed of: The caress that clings— The lips that mix with mine with murmurings No language may interpret, and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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