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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464709" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ave et Vale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FAREWELL is said! Yea, but I cannot take <br>All that my Greeting gave. <br>In you hath Hope her doom and Joy her grave; <br>Still you go crowned with old imaginings, <br>Clad in the purple that young passion flings <br>About the sorriest god that Love can make.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! would you might forget, and so pass by <br>Unwounded of my kiss, <br>Made free of Youth's unmemorable bliss! <br>Love's hand that speeds along his daisy chain <br>Forgets in swift delight to tell again <br>Old prayers upon a new-strung rosary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when I part from you I would not leave <br> One shadow that might be <br>A ghost to haunt you, what you had of me <br>I would fold by in Memory's lavender-- <br>Something my breath may very gently stir <br>In the slow fading of a rainy eve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you drop cherries in the purple wine <br> For other lips to drain, <br>Let not old nights betrayed leap up again, <br>Throw down no murdering chalice at your feast <br>To-night, nor find another woman's breast <br>Less lovely with the sudden dream of mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet if a stranger bear my name, or one <br> With the same-coloured eyes <br>Glance at you suddenly, lost dreams shall rise <br>With unintelligible swift appeals, <br>The broken images of old ideals <br>Shall stare from corners where as gods they shone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell is on the lips of the first kiss <br> But speaks no word until <br>The loud voice of Desire hath had its will. <br>Greeting is swift and beautiful, Farewell <br>Is slow and patient and immutable, <br>Knowing of old that love must lead to this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Greeting! Farewell! The day's grown very old, <br> My heart put out the light, <br>Read no more pages of the Past to-night. <br>There are no roses here to miss the sun; <br>A soul hath looked on love and he hath flown; <br>Ashes are on the wind; the tale is told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muriel+Stuart">Muriel Stuart</a><div class=q>
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All that my Greeting gave. 
In you hath Hope her doom and Joy her grave; 
Still you go crowned with old imaginings, 
Clad in the purple that young passion flings 
About the sorriest god that Love can make...."></div>
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