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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459592" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A thought after Yeats</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When youth was life and life was youth <br>and life was love and love was life, <br>I thought love came and went; <br>its coming, overwhelming; and its going, <br>death of spirit; then, as if <br>the wild white swans had flown away <br>and left the waters of the heart’s lake cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now I know it’s not like that: <br>love that, guarded, never flies from here in heart <br>to where it will, may grow dark, cold and miserly; <br>ungiven every livelong day <br>it turns to rags and dry old bones, <br>confiscated in the heart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Better now, be with those wild white swans <br>which on a dark cold icy winter’s day <br>gather at the water’s edge to stretch <br>for yesterday’s warm loaf still fresh; <br>then turn, swim, lift strong wings and fly <br>one knows not where, and may not ask; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">watch them then, into the distance; <br>hear the flap of wings grow into silent air; <br>pause still a little while; <br>then turn, one’s living breath <br>white in that winter air; <br>then back to warmth of home and love and peat fire <br>glowing in the hearth of heart renewed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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and life was love and love was life, 
I thought love came and went; 
its coming, overwhelming; and its going, 
death of spirit; then, as if 
the wild white swans had flown away 
and left the waters of the he..."></div>
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