<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473312" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The New Remorse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sin was mine; I did not understand.<br>So now is music prisoned in her cave,<br>Save where some ebbing desultory wave<br>Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.<br>And in the withered hollow of this land<br>Hath Summer dug herself so deep a grave,<br>That hardly can the leaden willow crave<br>One silver blossom from keen Winter's hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But who is this who cometh by the shore?<br>(Nay, love, look up and wonder!) Who is this<br>Who cometh in dyed garments from the South?<br>It is thy new-found Lord, and he shall kiss<br>The yet unravished roses of thy mouth,<br>And I shall weep and worship, as before.</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> <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=473312" data-title="The New Remorse de Oscar Wilde" data-description="The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand. And in the withered hollow of this land Hath Summer dug herself so deep a grave,..."></div> </div> </div>

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