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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Memory Of Youth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE moments passed as at a play;<br>I had the wisdom love brings forth;<br>I had my share of mother-wit,<br>And yet for all that I could say,<br>And though I had her praise for it,<br>A cloud blown from the cut-throat North<br>Suddenly hid Love's moon away.<br>Believing every word I said,<br>I praised her body and her mind<br>Till pride had made her eyes grow bright,<br>And pleasure made her cheeks grow red,<br>And vanity her footfall light,<br>Yet we, for all that praise, could find<br>Nothing but darkness overhead.<br>We sat as silent as a stone,<br>We knew, though she'd not said a word,<br>That even the best of love must die,<br>And had been savagely undone<br>Were it not that Love upon the cry<br>Of a most ridiculous little bird<br>Tore from the clouds his marvellous moon.<br>ALTHOUGH crowds gathered once if she but showed her face,<br>And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone,<br>Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping-place<br>Babbling of fallen majesty, records what's gone.<br>These lineaments, a heart that laughter has made sweet,<br>These, these remain, but I record what-s gone. A crowd<br>Will gather, and not know it walks the very street<br>Whereon a thing once walked that seemed a burning cloud</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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I had the wisdom love brings forth;
I had my share of mother-wit,
And yet for all that I could say,
And though I had her praise for it,
A cloud blown from the cut-throat North
Suddenly hid Love's moon away.
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