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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536365" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Adonis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gods did love Adonis, and for this<br>He died, ere time had furrowed his young cheek.<br>For Aphrodité slew him with a kiss.<br>He sighed one sigh, as though he fain would speak<br>The name he loved, but that his breath grown weak<br>Died on his lips. So died the summer breeze;<br>And all the wood was hushed a minute's space,<br>Where I stood listening underneath the trees,<br>Until a wood--chat from her secret place<br>Chirped in an undertone, ``He is not dead,<br>Not dead, for lo! the bloom upon his face<br>Is ruddy as the newly--blossomed rose<br>Which even yet is woven round his head.<br>But sleep, more sweet than waking dream, doth close<br>The laughter of his eyes. He is not dead.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone in that fair wood the livelong day<br>And through the silent night I watched him near.<br>But in the morning he was fled away,<br>When broke the dawn upon me cold and clear.<br>I looked within the thicket where he lay;<br>And lo! the sod, which he had pressed in death,<br>Was white with blossoms, scattered from the may,<br>Which made the thick air sweet with their sweet breath.<br>But he was gone; and I went o'er the heath,<br>Clutching, like one distraught, the dim air grey<br>With dawning,--for a voice encompassed me,<br>Crying, ``Fair boy, thy youth was but a span,<br>Yet did it circle in eternity.<br>Thy epic was accomplishèd. A man<br>Fills but the measure of his destiny,<br>And thine was all complete. Ere age began<br>To mar the royal palace of thy youth<br>With upper storeys of less perfect plan,<br>Death, kindly Death, filled with immortal ruth,<br>Took back the trowel from the builder's hand,<br>And wrote his `fecit' on thy work of truth.''</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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He died, ere time had furrowed his young cheek.
For Aphrodité slew him with a kiss.
He sighed one sigh, as though he fain would speak
The name he loved, but that his breath grown weak
Died on his lips. So di..."></div>
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