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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>One Before the Last, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamt I was in love again<br> With the One Before the Last,<br>And smiled to greet the pleasant pain<br> Of that innocent young past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I jumped to feel how sharp had been<br> The pain when it did live,<br>How the faded dreams of Nineteen-ten<br> Were Hell in Nineteen-five.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boy's woe was as keen and clear,<br> The boy's love just as true,<br>And the One Before the Last, my dear,<br> Hurt quite as much as you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sickly I pondered how the lover<br> Wrongs the unanswering tomb,<br>And sentimentalizes over<br> What earned a better doom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gently he tombs the poor dim last time,<br> Strews pinkish dust above,<br>And sighs, "The dear dead boyish pastime!<br> But THIS -- ah, God! -- is Love!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-- Better oblivion hide dead true loves,<br> Better the night enfold,<br>Than men, to eke the praise of new loves,<br> Should lie about the old!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! bitter thoughts I had in plenty.<br> But here's the worst of it --<br>I shall forget, in Nineteen-twenty,<br> YOU ever hurt abit!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</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=511231" data-title="One Before the Last, The de Rupert Brooke" data-description="I dreamt I was in love again With the One Before the Last, And smiled to greet the pleasant pain Of that innocent young past. But I jumped to feel how sharp had been The pain when it did live, How the faded dreams of Nineteen-ten Were Hell in..."></div> </div> </div>
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