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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Roses and Rue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,<br>Were it worth the pleasure,<br>We never could learn love's song,<br>We are parted too long</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could the passionate past that is fled<br>Call back its dead,<br>Could we live it all over again,<br>Were it worth the pain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember we used to meet<br>By an ivied seat,<br>And you warbled each pretty word<br>With the air of a bird;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And your voice had a quaver in it,<br>Just like a linnet,<br>And shook, as the blackbird's throat<br>With its last big note;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And your eyes, they were green and grey<br>Like an April day,<br>But lit into amethyst<br>When I stooped and kissed;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And your mouth, it would never smile<br>For a long, long while,<br>Then it rippled all over with laughter<br>Five minutes after.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were always afraid of a shower,<br>Just like a flower:<br>I remember you started and ran<br>When the rain began.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember I never could catch you,<br>For no one could match you,<br>You had wonderful, luminous, fleet,<br>Little wings to your feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember your hair - did I tie it?<br>For it always ran riot -<br>Like a tangled sunbeam of gold:<br>These things are old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember so well the room,<br>And the lilac bloom<br>That beat at the dripping pane<br>In the warm June rain;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the colour of your gown,<br>It was amber-brown,<br>And two yellow satin bows<br>From the shoulders rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the handkerchief of French lace<br>Which you held to your face-<br>Had a small tear left a stain?<br>Or was it the rain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On your hand as it waved adieu<br>There were veins of blue;<br>In your voice as it said good-bye<br>Was a petulant cry,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;You have only wasted your life.&quot;<br>(Ah, that was the knife!)<br>When I rushed through the garden gate<br>It was all too late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could we live it over again,<br>Were it worth the pain,<br>Could the passionate past that is fled<br>Call back its dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, if my heart must break,<br>Dear love, for your sake,<br>It will break in music, I know,<br>Poets' hearts break so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But strange that I was not told<br>That the brain can hold<br>In a tiny ivory cell<br>God's heaven and hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oscar+Wilde">Oscar Wilde</a><div class=q>
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Were it worth the pleasure,
We never could learn love's song,
We are parted too long

Could the passionate past that is fled
Call back its dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain!

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