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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420919" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cadences</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>  (MINOR)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE ANCIENT memories buried lie, <br> And the olden fancies pass; <br>The old sweet flower-thoughts wither and fly, <br>And die as the April cowslips die, <br> That scatter the bloomy grass. <br> <br>All dead, my dear! And the flowers are dead, <br> And the happy blossoming spring; <br>The winter comes with its iron tread, <br>The fields with the dying sun are red, <br> And the birds have ceas’d to sing. <br> <br>I trace the steps on the wasted strand <br> Of the vanish’d springtime’s feet: <br>Wither’d and dead is our Fairyland, <br>For Love and Death go hand in hand <br> Go hand in hand, my sweet! <br> <br>  II<br>  (MAJOR)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> OH, what shall be the burden of our rhyme, <br>And what shall be our ditty when the blossom’s on the lime? <br>Our lips have fed on winter and on weariness too long: <br>We will hail the royal summer with a golden-footed song! <br> <br> O lady of my summer and my spring, <br>We shall hear the blackbird whistle and the brown sweet throstle sing, <br>And the low clear noise of waters running softly by our feet, <br>When the sights and sounds of summer in the green clear fields are sweet. <br> <br> We shall see the roses blowing in the green, <br>The pink-lipp’d roses kissing in the golden summer sheen; <br>We shall see the fields flower thick with stars and bells of summer gold, <br>And the poppies burn out red and sweet across the corn-crown’d wold. <br> <br> The time shall be for pleasure, not for pain; <br>There shall come no ghost of grieving for the past betwixt us twain; <br>But in the time of roses our lives shall grow together, <br>And our love be as the love of gods in the blue Olympic weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Howard+Payne">John Howard Payne</a><div class=q>
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THE ANCIENT memories buried lie, 
 And the olden fancies pass; 
The old sweet flower-thoughts wither and fly, 
And die as the April cowslips die, 
 That scatter the bloomy grass. 
 
All dead, my dear! And the flowers are dead, 
 And t..."></div>
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