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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536445" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Thee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What woes are there<br>I would not choose to bear<br>For thy dear sake?<br>Curses were blest, the ache<br>Of sorrow's scourging and grief's crown of care.<br>All pain were dear to me,<br>But it must be<br>For thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sun grown cold,<br>Earth wrapped in vaporous fold,<br>The corn--flowers' head<br>Robbed of their blue and red,<br>The buttercups and daisies of their gold.<br>This could I choose to see,<br>But it must be<br>For thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The notes unheard<br>Of lark and piping bird,<br>Or else their songs<br>Replaced by harsher tongues,<br>No voice to sing to me or speak a word.<br>This too were joy to me,<br>But it must be<br>For thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A life alone,<br>One left with others gone,<br>A mourning house,<br>Where none moves but the mouse<br>Or knows the secret of its pale guests flown.<br>Grief's tears were sweet to me,<br>But it must be<br>For thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night without sleep,<br>Slow hours that halt and creep,<br>A cheerless bed<br>Where Love nor lays his head<br>Nor looks with pity on blind eyes that weep.<br>Watching were rest to me,<br>But it must be<br>For thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Passion, once sure,<br>With vain expense grown poor,<br>Cheeks ruddy white<br>Now crocussed with affright,<br>And Love the guest all coldly shown the door.<br>Love's loss were gain to me,<br>But it must be<br>For thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glory forsworn,<br>The World's praise changed to scorn,<br>Silence of friends,<br>Foes gaining all their ends<br>Through fault of fortune and my sword undrawn.<br>Hatred were love to me,<br>But it must be<br>For thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life's purpose vast<br>Turned to base ends and cast<br>On lines of ill<br>Which faltering downward still<br>Shall topple headlong to the gulf at last.<br>Life's shame were pride to me,<br>But it must be<br>For thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A guarded cell,<br>Where crime and madness dwell,<br>Where murder creeps<br>And maniac laughter weeps,<br>With the undying worm for last farewell.<br>There let me die, sad me,<br>But it must be<br>For thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Soul of mine!<br>Thou wert a thing divine,<br>But made in vain.<br>Then be thou broke in twain<br>And spilled upon time's empty sands like wine.<br>My soul no Heaven would see,<br>But it must be<br>For thee.</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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I would not choose to bear
For thy dear sake?
Curses were blest, the ache
Of sorrow's scourging and grief's crown of care.
All pain were dear to me,
But it must be
For thee.

A sun grown cold,
Earth wrapped in vaporous fold,
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