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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Broken Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE is grey in your hair.<br>Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath<br>When you are passing;<br>But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing<br>Because it was your prayer<br>Recovered him upon the bed of death.<br>For your sole sake -- that all heart's ache have known,<br>And given to others all heart's ache,<br>From meagre girlhood's putting on<br>Burdensome beauty -- for your sole sake<br>Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,<br>So great her portion in that peace you make<br>By merely walking in a room.<br>Your beauty can but leave among us<br>Vague memories, nothing but memories.<br>A young man when the old men are done talking<br>Will say to an old man, 'Tell me of that lady<br>The poet stubborn with his passion sang us<br>When age might well have chilled his blood.'<br>Vague memories, nothing but memories,<br>But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.<br>The certainty that I shall see that lady<br>Leaning or standing or walking<br>In the first loveliness of womanhood,<br>And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,<br>Has set me muttering like a fool.<br>You are more beautiful than any one,<br>And yet your body had a flaw:<br>Your small hands were not beautiful,<br>And I am afraid that you will run<br>And paddle to the wrist<br>In that mysterious, always brimming lake<br>Where those What have obeyed the holy law<br>paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged<br>The hands that I have kissed,<br>For old sake's sake.<br>The last stroke of midnight dies.<br>All day in the one chair<br>From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have<br>ranged<br>In rambling talk with an image of air:<br>Vague memories, nothing but memories.</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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Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
Because it was your prayer
Recovered him upon the bed of death.
For your sole sake -- that all heart's a..."></div>
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