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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536304" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Love Secret</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love has its secrets, joy has its revealings.<br>How shall I speak of that which love has hid?<br>If my beloved shall return to greet me,<br>Deeds shall be done for her none ever did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My beloved loved me. How shall I reveal it?<br>We were alone that morning in the street.<br>She looked down at the ground, and blushed, and trembled.<br>She stopped me with her eyes when these did meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``What wouldst thou, sweet one? What wouldst thou with sorrow,<br>Thou, the new morning star with me, the night?<br>What are those flowers thou holdest to thy bosom?<br>What are the thoughts thou hidest from my sight?''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Thine are these flowers,'' she said, ``these foolish roses,<br>And thine the thoughts, if thus it be thy will.<br>I hold them close for fear that thou shouldst mock me,<br>I hold them to my heart for fear of ill.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Nay, what of ill? 'Tis only age is evil,<br>Only forgetfulness and grief and pain;<br>What dost thou know of grief, that thou shouldst fear it?<br>Mine is the grief who cannot love again.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She raised her eyes, she looked at me in wonder,<br>``The ache is here,'' she said, ``by night and day;<br>I cannot teach my heart to bear its burden,<br>I cannot turn my silence from its way.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Speak to me, child. I am thy wise physician,<br>A man acquainted with all grief can teach;<br>There is no sorrow but has joy for sister,<br>No silence but finds counterpart in speech.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My beloved laughed. She saw through my dissembling;<br>She held to me her hand, that I might kiss,<br>The inside of her hand. 'Twas like a petal<br>Of her own roses, but more dear than this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt its pulses, like a bird in prison;<br>``Sweet child,'' I said, ``what wouldst thou I should prove?<br>I cannot make thee wiser than thy wisdom,<br>Who knowest all things since thou knowest love.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall I tell it? How shall I reveal it?<br>I led her by the hand, as thus I said,<br>Back from the street to where it stood, my dwelling,<br>And closed the door on where it stood, my bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her laughter stopped. ``Nay, use not thou unkindly.<br>Thine is the hand to deal or spare the blame;<br>I dare not be to thee thus uninvited,<br>Thou dost not know me, hast not learned my name.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall I tell it? How shall I reveal it?<br>Love in that instant found its latest birth,<br>``Soul of my soul,'' I cried, ``thy name is Pleasure,<br>The sweetest thing to love on this sad Earth.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I held her in my arms, I pressed her fastly.<br>``Ah, if thou lovedst me indeed,'' she cried.<br>``I love thee, and I love thee,'' was my answer,<br>``My sister, my beloved one, my bride!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love has its secrets. Joy has its revealings.<br>I speak of this which love in vain has hid;<br>If my beloved shall return to greet me,<br>Deeds shall be done for her none ever did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q>
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How shall I speak of that which love has hid?
If my beloved shall return to greet me,
Deeds shall be done for her none ever did.

My beloved loved me. How shall I reveal it?
We were alone that morning ..."></div>
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