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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM THE FRENCH OF ANVERS<br>My heart has its secret, my soul its mystery,<br>A love which is eternal begotten in a day.<br>The ill is long past healing. Why should I speak to--day?<br>For none have ears to hear, and, least of all, she.<br>Alas I shall have lived unseen tho' ever near,<br>For ever at her side, for ever too alone.<br>I shall have lived my life unknowing and unknown,<br>Asking naught, daring naught, receiving naught from her.<br>And she, whom Heaven made kind and chaste and fair,<br>Shall go undoubting on, the while upon her way<br>The murmur of my love shall fill the land,<br>Till, reading here perchance severe and unaware<br>These lines so full of her, she shall look up and say<br>``Who was this woman then?'' and shall not understand.</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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My heart has its secret, my soul its mystery,
A love which is eternal begotten in a day.
The ill is long past healing. Why should I speak to--day?
For none have ears to hear, and, least of all, she.
Alas I shall have live..."></div>
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