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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536699" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written at Florence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O WORLD, in very truth thou art too young; <br>When wilt thou learn to wear the garb of age? <br>World, with thy covering of yellow flowers, <br>Hast thou forgot what generations sprung <br>Out of thy loins and loved thee and are gone? <br>Hast thou no place in all their heritage <br>Where thou dost only weep, that I may come <br>Nor fear the mockery of thy yellow flowers? <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;O world, in very truth thou art too young. <br>The heroic wealth of passionate emprize <br>Built thee fair cities for thy naked plains: <br>How hast thou set thy summer growth among <br>The broken stones which were their palaces! <br>Hast thou forgot the darkness where he lies <br>Who made thee beautiful, or have thy bees <br>Found out his grave to build their honeycombs? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O world, in very truth thou art too young: <br>They gave thee love who measured out thy skies, <br>And, when they found for thee another star, <br>Who made a festival and straightway hung <br>The jewel on thy neck. O merry world, <br>Hast thou forgot the glory of those eyes <br>Which first look'd love in thine? Thou hast not furl'd <br>One banner of thy bridal car for them. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;O world, in very truth thou art too young. <br>There was a voice which sang about thy spring, <br>Till winter froze the sweetness of his lips, <br>And lo, the worms had hardly left his tongue <br>Before thy nightingales were come again. <br>O world, what courage hast thou thus to sing? <br>Say, has thy merriment no secret pain, <br>No sudden weariness that thou art young?</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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When wilt thou learn to wear the garb of age? 
World, with thy covering of yellow flowers, 
Hast thou forgot what generations sprung 
Out of thy loins and loved thee and are gone? 
Hast thou no place in ..."></div>
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