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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448932" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Garden Of Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is an isle in an unfurrowed sea<br>That I wot of, whereon the whole year round<br>The apple-blossoms and the rosebuds be<br>In early blooming ; and a many sound<br>Of ten-stringed lute, and most mellifluous breath<br>Of silver flute, and mellow half-heard horn,<br>Making unmeasured music. Thither Death<br>Coming like Love, takes all things in the morn<br>Of tenderest life, and being a delicate god,<br>In his own garden takes each delicate thing<br>Unstained, unmellowed, immature, untrod,<br>Tremulous betwixt the summer and the spring :<br>The rosebud ere it come to be a rose,<br>The blossom ere it win to be a fruit,<br>The virginal snowdrop, and the dove that knows<br>Only one dove for lover ; all the loot<br>Of young soft things, and all the harvesting<br>Of unripe flowers. Never comes the moon<br>To matron fulness, here no child-bearing<br>Vexes desire, and the sun knows no noon.<br>But all the happy dwellers of that place<br>Are reckless children gotten on Delight<br>By Beauty that is thrall to Death ; no grace,<br>No natural sweet they lack, a chrysolite<br>Of perfect beauty each. No wisdom comes<br>To mar their early folly, no false laws<br>Man-made for man, no mouthing prudence numbs<br>Their green unthought, or gives their licence pause ;<br>Young animals, young flowers, they live and grow,<br>And die before their sweet emblossomed breath<br>Has learnt to sigh save like a lover's. Oh !<br>How sweet is Youth, how delicate is Death !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lord+Alfred+Douglas">Lord Alfred Douglas</a><div class=q>
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That I wot of, whereon the whole year round
The apple-blossoms and the rosebuds be
In early blooming ; and a many sound
Of ten-stringed lute, and most mellifluous breath
Of silver flute, and mellow half-heard ..."></div>
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