<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536687" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To One In A Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I were other than, alas, I am,<br>A soul in strife, whom banded foemen vex,<br>If toil were folly and good deeds a sham,<br>And hydra wrong had shed its serpent necks,<br>And life's dark problems could no more perplex,<br>How sweet it were, forgotten of all blame,<br>In that far garden which your summer decks<br>To dream with you that grief was but a name.<br>--Ay, dream! For waking which of us were wise<br>To spell grief's epitaph? Some tears must be<br>Even in the herald hour of your sunrise.<br>And in the night? Ah, child, what misery,<br>Think you, awaits us when life's flood--gates strain<br>To the full deluge of the descending rain?</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=536687" data-title="To One In A Garden de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="If I were other than, alas, I am, A soul in strife, whom banded foemen vex, If toil were folly and good deeds a sham, And hydra wrong had shed its serpent necks, And life's dark problems could no more perplex, How sweet it were, forgotten of all b..."></div> </div> </div>

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