<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Parting Word</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must leave thee, lady sweet<br>Months shall waste before we meet;<br>Winds are fair and sails are spread,<br>Anchors leave their ocean bed;<br>Ere this shining day grow dark,<br>Skies shall gird my shoreless bark. <br>Through thy tears, O lady mine,<br>Read thy lover’s parting line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the first sad sun shall set,<br>Thou shalt tear thy locks of jet;<br>When the morning star shall rise,<br>Thou shalt wake with weeping eyes;<br>When the second sun goes down,<br>Thou more tranquil shalt be grown,<br>Taught too well that wild despair<br>Dims thine eyes and spoils thy hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the first unquiet week<br>Thou shalt wear a smileless cheek;<br>In the first month’s second half<br>Thou shalt once attempt to laugh;<br>Then in Pickwick thou shalt dip,<br>Slightly puckering round the lip,<br>Till at last, in sorrow’s spite,<br>Samuel makes thee laugh outright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the first seven mornings last,<br>Round thy chamber bolted fast<br>Many a youth shall fume and pout,<br>“Hang the girl, she’s always out!”<br>While the second week goes round,<br>Vainly shall they ring and pound;<br>When the third week shall begin,<br>“Martha, let the creature in.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now once more the flattering throng<br>Round thee flock with smile and song,<br>But thy lips, unweaned as yet,<br>Lisp, “Oh, how can I forget!”<br>Men and devils both contrive<br>Traps for catching girls alive;<br>Eve was duped, and Helen kissed,—­<br>How, oh how can you resist?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First be careful of your fan,<br>Trust it not to youth or man;<br>Love has filled a pirate’s sail<br>Often with its perfumed gale. <br>Mind your kerchief most of all,<br>Fingers touch when kerchiefs fall;<br>Shorter ell than mercers clip<br>Is the space from hand to lip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trust not such as talk in tropes,<br>Full of pistols, daggers, ropes;<br>All the hemp that Russia bears<br>Scarce would answer lovers’ prayers;<br>Never thread was spun so fine,<br>Never spider stretched the line,<br>Would not hold the lovers true<br>That would really swing for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fiercely some shall storm and swear,<br>Beating breasts in black despair;<br>Others murmur with a sigh,<br>You must melt, or they will die: <br>Painted words on empty lies,<br>Grubs with wings like butterflies;<br>Let them die, and welcome, too;<br>Pray what better could they do?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fare thee well: if years efface<br>From thy heart love’s burning trace,<br>Keep, oh keep that hallowed seat<br>From the tread of vulgar feet;<br>If the blue lips of the sea<br>Wait with icy kiss for me,<br>Let not thine forget the vow,<br>Sealed how often, Love, as now.</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> <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=472591" data-title="The Parting Word de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="I must leave thee, lady sweet Months shall waste before we meet; Winds are fair and sails are spread, Anchors leave their ocean bed; Ere this shining day grow dark, Skies shall gird my shoreless bark. Through thy tears, O lady mine, Read thy love..."></div> </div> </div>

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