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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Outloved</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I Love cometh and love goeth,<br>And he is wise who knoweth<br>Whither and whence love flies:<br>But wise and yet more wise<br>Are they that heed not whence he flies or whither<br>Who hither speeds to-day, to-morrow thither;<br>Like to the wind that as it listeth blows,<br>And man doth hear the sound thereof, but knows<br>Nor whence it comes nor whither yet it goes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sweet my sometime loved and worshipt one<br>A day thou gavest me<br>That rose full-orbed in starlike happiness<br>And lit our heaven that other stars had none:--<br>Sole as that westering sphere companionless<br>When twilight is begun<br>And the dead sun transfigureth the sea:<br>A day so bright<br>Methought the very shadow, from its light<br>Thrown, were enough to bless<br>(Albeit with but a shadow's benison)<br>The unborn days its dark posterity.<br>Methought our love, though dead, should be<br>Fair as in life, by memory<br>Embalmed, a rose with bloom for aye unblown.<br>But lo the forest is with faded leaves<br>And our two hearts with faded loves bestrown,<br>And in mine ear the weak wind grieves<br>And uttereth moan:<br>'Shed leaves and fallen, fallen loves and shed,<br>And those are dead and these are more than dead;<br>And those have known<br>The springtime, these the lovetime, overthrown,<br>With all fair times and pleasureful that be.'<br>And shall not we, O Time, and shall not we<br>Thy strong self see<br>Brought low and vanquishèd,<br>And made to bow the knee<br>And bow the head<br>To one that is when thou and thine are fled,<br>The silent-eyed austere Eternity?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold a new song still the lark doth sing<br>Each morning when he riseth from the grass,<br>And no man sigheth for the song that was,<br>The melody that yestermorn did bring.<br>The rose dies and the lily, and no man mourns<br>That nevermore the selfsame flower returns:<br>For well we know a thousand flowers will spring,<br>A thousand birds make music on the wing.<br>Ay me! fair things and sweet are birds and flowers,<br>The scent of lily and rose in gardens still,<br>The babble of beakèd mouths that speak no ill:<br>And love is sweeter yet than flower or bird,<br>Or any odor smelled or ditty heard--<br>Love is another and a sweeter thing.<br>But when the music ceaseth in Love's bowers,<br>Who listeneth well shall hear the silence stirred<br>With aftermoan of many a fretful string:<br>For when Love harpeth to the hollow hours,<br>His gladdest notes make saddest echoing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Watson">William Watson</a><div class=q>
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And he is wise who knoweth
Whither and whence love flies:
But wise and yet more wise
Are they that heed not whence he flies or whither
Who hither speeds to-day, to-morrow thither;
Like to the wind that as it listeth b..."></div>
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