<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471052" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Letters</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last night some yellow letters fell <br>From out a scrip I found by chance; <br>Among them was the silent ghost, <br>The spirit of my first romance: <br>And in a faint blue envelope <br>A withered rose long lost to dew <br>Bore witness to the dashing days <br>When love was large and wits were few. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet standing there all worn and grey <br>The teardrops quivered in my eyes <br>To think of Youth's unshaken front, <br>The forehead lifted to the skies; <br>How rough a hill my eager feet <br>Flung backward when upon its crest <br>I saw the flutter of the lace <br>The wind awoke on Helen's breast! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How thornless were the roses then <br>When fresh young eyes and lips were kind <br>When Cupid in our porches proved <br>How true the tale that Love is blind! <br>But Red-and-White and Poverty <br>Would only mate while shone the May; <br>Then came a Bag of Golden Crowns <br>And jingled Red-and-White away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grown old and niggard of romance <br>I wince not much at aught askew, <br>And often ask my favourite cat <br>What else had Red-and-White to do? <br>And here's the bud that rose and sank, <br>A crimson island on her breast-- <br>Why should I burn it? Once again <br>Hide, rose, and dream. God send me rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Rowland+Gale">Norman Rowland Gale</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=471052" data-title="Old Letters de Norman Rowland Gale" data-description="Last night some yellow letters fell From out a scrip I found by chance; Among them was the silent ghost, The spirit of my first romance: And in a faint blue envelope A withered rose long lost to dew Bore witness to the dashing days When lov..."></div> </div> </div>

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