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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536546" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Days Of Our Youth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are the days of our youth, our days of glory and honour.<br>Pleasure begotten of strength is ours, the sword in our hand.<br>Wisdom bends to our will, we lead captivity captive,<br>Kings of our lives and love, receiving gifts from men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do I speak of wisdom? The prize is not for the wisest.<br>Reason, the dull ox, ploughs a soil which no joy shall reap.<br>Folly is fleeter far 'neath the heel of the fearless rider,<br>Folly the bare--backed steed we bestride, the steed of the plains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine is a lofty ambition, as wide as the world I covet.<br>Vast is the empire I claim for thee, thou spouse of my soul.<br>Show me new lands to win, and, by God in heaven, I swear it:<br>These shall be mine and thine to--night for all time to hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time is our slave and Fortune's. We need not years for fruition.<br>Here in our hands behold a key which unlocks the world.<br>Each new day is a life. For us there is no to--morrow.<br>Love no yesterday knows nor we, but to--day is ours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, what a wealth I bring thee, what treasure of myrrh and spices!<br>Every kingdom of Earth have I sacked to procure thee gold.<br>All the knowledge that fools have learned at the feet of women,<br>All that the wise have been taught in tears for thy sake I know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give thyself up to Love. There is naught divine but madness.<br>Give thyself up to me Love's priest in his inmost shrine.<br>Shut thy eyes on the world, sublime in thy abnegation.<br>Only the wise who have bowed their will shall receive the prize.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shut thy eyes on the light. I have nobler dreams to read thee,<br>Here in the shades of this darkened room, than the sun can show.<br>Is there not light in my eyes to--night more light than the dreamlight?<br>See it breaks in streams on thy face; it illumes thy soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me persuade thy weakness. I sue thee here with my reason.<br>Let me convince thee of love with my lips till thou cease to think.<br>Let me enfold thee with words more sweet than the prayers of angels,<br>Speaking thus with my hand on thy heart till it cease to beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me assuage thy grief with laughter, thy fear with kisses.<br>Let me cajole thy doubts with surprise, thy pride with tears.<br>Let me outshame the shame of thy face, outblush thy blushes.<br>Let me teach thee what Love can dare and yet dream no shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me uncover thy bosom and prove to thee its glory.<br>Let me preach to thee of thyself the live night long.<br>Let me chaunt new hymns to thy praise as I kneel and worship,<br>Rising still like a god from my knees from eve till morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me discourse of love with my hands and lips and bosom.<br>Let me explain with my limbs the joy that a soul can feel.<br>Let me unveil to thy bodily sense thy god incarnate<br>Taking flesh in a visible form for thy body's need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, on the mount of Love, the holiest place of holies,<br>Incense and prayer and the people's shout and the fires have risen.<br>Love descends on the feast. He mounts the pyre in silence,<br>Victim and priest and god in one, to thy dreams revealed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, the rite is accomplished. Whatever Love knows thou knowest.<br>Sudden the victim staggers and falls. In the dust it lies.<br>See the hot blood flows for thy sake, it o'erflows the altar.<br>Dost thou not feel it stream in thy veins? It still lives in thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are the days of our youth, the days of our dominion.<br>All the rest is a dream of death and a doubtful thing.<br>Here we at least have lived, for love is all life's wisdom,<br>Joy of joys for an hour to--day; then away, farewell!</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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Pleasure begotten of strength is ours, the sword in our hand.
Wisdom bends to our will, we lead captivity captive,
Kings of our lives and love, receiving gifts from men.

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