<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536552" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grief Of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, I am sick for thee, sick with an absolute grief,<br>Sick with the thought of thy eyes and lips and bosom.<br>All the beauty I saw, I see to my hurt revealed.<br>All that I felt I feel to--day for my pain and sorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, I would fain forget thee, hide thee in deeper night,<br>Shut thee where no thought is, in the grave with tears.<br>Love, I would turn my face to the wall and, if needs be, die;<br>Death less cruel were than thy eyes which have blinded me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since thou art gone from me, glory is gone from my life;<br>Dumb are the woods and streams, and dumb the voice of my soul;<br>Dead are the flowers we loved, blackened and sere with blight;<br>Earth is frost--bound under my foot where our footsteps trod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give me back for my sorrow the days of senseless peace,<br>Days when I thought not of thee, or thought in wisdom;<br>Let me see thee once more as thou to my folly wert,<br>A woman senseless as sounding brass or as tinkling cymbal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why didst thou show me thy heart, which I thought not of?<br>Why didst thou bare me thy soul, who to me wert soulless?<br>Why didst thou kiss my mouth, when my mouth did mock?<br>Why didst thou speak to my lips of love, ere my lips had spoken?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, thou hast made me thine, thine, and in my despite,<br>Laying thy hand on my heart in the soft Spring weather;<br>Love, thou hast bought my soul at a price, the price of thine,<br>Never again to mock at love, ah, never, never!</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=536552" data-title="The Grief Of Love de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Love, I am sick for thee, sick with an absolute grief, Sick with the thought of thy eyes and lips and bosom. All the beauty I saw, I see to my hurt revealed. All that I felt I feel to--day for my pain and sorrow. Love, I would fain forget thee, h..."></div> </div> </div>

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