<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Woman’s Sonnets: II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.<br>Let me a little longer hold thy hand.<br>Too soon it is to bid me to forget<br>The joys I was so late to understand.<br>The future holds but a blank face for me,<br>The past is all confused with tears and grey,<br>But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,<br>Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day.<br>Speak not of parting, not at least this hour,<br>Though well I know Love cannot Time outlast.<br>Let me grow wiser first and gain more power,<br>More strength of will to deal with my dead past.<br>Love me in silence still, one short hour's space:<br>'Tis all I ask of thee, this little grace.</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=536353" data-title="A Woman’s Sonnets: II de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet. Let me a little longer hold thy hand. Too soon it is to bid me to forget The joys I was so late to understand. The future holds but a blank face for me, The past is all confused with tears and grey, But..."></div> </div> </div>

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