<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538294" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Love in her eyes lay sleeping</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The love in her eyes lay sleeping, <br> As stars that unconscious shine, <br> Till, under the pink lids peeping, <br> I wakened it up with mine; <br>And we pledged our troth to a brimming oath <br> In a bumper of blood-red wine. <br> Alas! too well I know <br> That it happened long ago; <br> Those memories yet remain, <br> And sting, like throbs of pain, <br> And I'm alone below, <br>But still the red wine warms, and the rosy goblets glow; <br> If love be the heart's enslaver, <br> 'Tis wine that subdues the head. <br> But which has the fairest flavour, <br> And whose is the soonest shed? <br> Wine waxes in power in that desolate hour <br> When the glory of love is dead. <br> Love lives on beauty's ray, <br> But night comes after day, <br> And when the exhausted sun <br> His high career has run, <br> The stars behind him stay, <br>And then the light that lasts consoles our darkening way. <br> When beauty and love are over, <br> And passion has spent its rage, <br> And the spectres of memory hover, <br> And glare on life's lonely stage, <br> 'Tis wine that remains to kindle the veins <br> And strengthen the steps of age. <br> Love takes the taint of years, <br> And beauty disappears, <br> But wine in worth matures <br> The longer it endures, <br> And more divinely cheers, <br>And ripens with the suns and mellows with the spheres.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Forster">William Forster</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=538294" data-title="The Love in her eyes lay sleeping de William Forster" data-description="The love in her eyes lay sleeping, As stars that unconscious shine, Till, under the pink lids peeping, I wakened it up with mine; And we pledged our troth to a brimming oath In a bumper of blood-red wine. Alas! too well I know That it..."></div> </div> </div>

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