<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507146" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sullen Moods</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, do not count your labour lost<br>Though I turn sullen, grim, retired<br>Even at your side; my thought is crossed<br>With fancies by old longings fired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I answer you, some days<br>Vaguely and wildly, do not fear<br>That my love walks forbidden ways,<br>Breaking the ties that hold it here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I speak gruffly, this mood is<br>Mere indignation at my own<br>Shortcomings, plagues, uncertainties;<br>I forget the gentler tone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You,' now that you have come to be<br>My one beginning, prime and end,<br>I count at last as wholly 'me,'<br>Lover no longer nor yet friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friendship is flattery, though close hid;<br>Must I then flatter my own mind?<br>And must (which laws of shame forbid)<br>Blind love of you make self-love blind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">... Do not repay me my own coin,<br>The sharp rebuke, the frown, the groan;<br>No, stir my memory to disjoin<br>Your emanation from my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Help me to see you as before<br>When overwhelmed and dead, almost,<br>I stumbled on that secret door<br>Which saves the live man from the ghost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be once again the distant light,<br>Promise of glory not yet known<br>In full perfection — -wasted quite<br>When on my imperfection thrown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</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=507146" data-title="Sullen Moods de Robert Graves" data-description="Love, do not count your labour lost Though I turn sullen, grim, retired Even at your side; my thought is crossed With fancies by old longings fired. And when I answer you, some days Vaguely and wildly, do not fear That my love walks forbidden way..."></div> </div> </div>

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