<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533794" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Villanelle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We said farewell, my youth and I,<br> When all fair dreams were gone or going,<br>And Love’s red lips were cold and dry. <br>When white blooms fell from tree-tops high—<br> Our Austral winter’s way of snowing—<br>We said farewell, my youth and I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We did not sigh—what use to sigh<br> When Death passed as a mower mowing,<br>And Love’s red lips were cold and dry? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But hearing Life’s stream thunder by,<br> That sang of old through flowers flowing,<br>We said farewell, my youth and I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no hope in the blue sky,<br> No music in the low winds blowing,<br>And Love’s red lips were cold and dry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My hair is black as yet, then why<br> So sad! I know not, only knowing<br>We said farewell, my youth and I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All are not buried when they die;<br> Dead souls there are through live eyes showing<br>When Love’s red lips are cold and dry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, seeing where the dead men lie,<br> Out of their hearts the grave-flowers growing,<br>We said farewell, my youth and I,<br>When Love’s red lips were cold and dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</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=533794" data-title="Villanelle de Victor James Daley" data-description="We said farewell, my youth and I, When all fair dreams were gone or going, And Love’s red lips were cold and dry. When white blooms fell from tree-tops high— Our Austral winter’s way of snowing— We said farewell, my youth and I. We di..."></div> </div> </div>

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