<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enough, dear Paris! We have laughed together,<br>'Tis time that we should part, lest tears should come.<br>I must fare on from winter and rough weather<br>And the dark tempests chained within Time's womb.<br>Southwards I go. Each footstep marks the tomb<br>Of a dead pleasure. Melun, Fontainebleau,--<br>How shall I name them with the ghosts that roam<br>In their deserted streets of long ago?<br>I will not stop to weep. Before me lie<br>Lands larger in their purpose, and with dreams<br>Peopled more purely; and to these I fly<br>For ever from life's idler stratagems.<br>France! thy white hand I kiss in suppliant guise,<br>Too sad to love thee, and alas! too wise.</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> <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=536324" data-title="A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XX de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Enough, dear Paris! We have laughed together, 'Tis time that we should part, lest tears should come. I must fare on from winter and rough weather And the dark tempests chained within Time's womb. Southwards I go. Each footstep marks the tomb Of a ..."></div> </div> </div>

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