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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472565" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Blossom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THOUGH young no more, we still would dream<br>Of beauty's dear deluding wiles;<br>The leagues of life to graybeards seem<br>Shorter than boyhood's lingering miles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows a woman's wild caprice?<br>'It played with Goethe's silvered hair,<br>And many a Holy Father's 'niece'<br>Has softly smoothed the papal chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When sixty bids us sigh in vain<br>To melt the heart of sweet sixteen,<br>We think upon those ladies twain<br>Who loved so well the tough old Dean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We see the Patriarch's wintry face,<br>The maid of Egypt's dusky glow,<br>And dream that Youth and Age embrace,<br>As April violets fill with snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tranced in her lord's Olympian smile<br>His lotus-loving Memphian lies,--<br>The musky daughter of the Nile,<br>With plaited hair and almond eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Might we but share one wild caress<br>Ere life's autumnal blossoms fall,<br>And Earth's brown, clinging lips impress<br>The long cold kiss that waits us all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My bosom heaves, remembering yet<br>The morning of that blissful day,<br>When Rose, the flower of spring, I met,<br>And gave my raptured soul away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flung from her eyes of purest blue,<br>A lasso, with its leaping chain,<br>Light as a loop of larkspurs, flew<br>O'er sense and spirit, heart and brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou com'st to cheer my waning age,<br>Sweet vision, waited for so long!<br>Dove that would seek the poet's cage<br>Lured by the magic breath of song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She blushes! Ah, reluctant maid,<br>Love's drapeau rouge the truth has told!<br>O' er girlhood's yielding barricade<br>Floats the great Leveller's crimson fold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to my arms!--love heeds not years;<br>No frost the bud of passion knows.<br>Ha! what is this my frenzy hears?<br>A voice behind me uttered,--Rose!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet was her smile,--but not for me;<br>Alas! when woman looks too kind,<br>Just turn your foolish head and see,--<br>Some youth is walking close behind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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Of beauty's dear deluding wiles;
The leagues of life to graybeards seem
Shorter than boyhood's lingering miles.

Who knows a woman's wild caprice?
'It played with Goethe's silvered hair,
And many a Holy F..."></div>
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