<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450119" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XIV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I have tears that start into my eyes,<br>At memories of joys that we have known<br>And while my voice, still master of its own,<br>Is not yet choked with sobbing and with sighs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While still my hand has cunning to devise,<br>A lover's cadence to the lute's soft tone<br>And while in understanding you alone,<br>I no more wisdom need to make me wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How could I want, as yet, that I were dead ?<br>And when these eyes have no more tears to shed,<br>My voice is hoarse and my hands lost their art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When no longer can my tormented heart<br>Declare itself in love, then I will pray<br>For Death to blacken out my brightest day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louise+Labe">Louise Labe</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=450119" data-title="Sonnet XIV de Louise Labe" data-description="While I have tears that start into my eyes, At memories of joys that we have known And while my voice, still master of its own, Is not yet choked with sobbing and with sighs. While still my hand has cunning to devise, A lover's cadence to the lut..."></div> </div> </div>

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