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A little while a little love
The hour yet bears for thee and me
Who have not drawn the veil to see
If still our heaven be lit above.
Thou merely, at the day's last sigh,
Hast felt thy soul prolong the tone;
And I have heard the night-wind cry
And deemed its speech mine own.
A little while a little love
The scattering autumn hoards for us
Whose bower is not yet ruinous
Nor quite unleaved our songless grove.
Only across the shaken boughs
We hear the flood-tides seek the sea,
And deep in both our hearts they rouse
One wail for thee and me.
A little while a little love
May yet be ours who have not said
The word it makes our eyes afraid
To know that each is thinking of.
Not yet the end: be our lips dumb
In smiles a little season yet:
I'll tell thee, when the end is come,
How we may best forget.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Read poems about / on: autumn, heaven, wind, sea, night, love, smile
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JOSEPH POEWHIT (12/21/2009 9:09:00 AM)
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Words have a Shakespearean romance to them. Much flavor to the taste. - BRAVO
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Kevin Straw (12/21/2009 5:46:00 AM)
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Great lines: “A little while a little love
May yet be ours who have not said
The word it makes our eyes afraid
To know that each is thinking of. “
I sincerely doubt he can tell his love: “…when the end is come,
How we may best forget. “
“Whose bower is not yet ruinous” – should be either: “Whose bow’r is not yet ruinous” or “Whose bower ‘s not yet ruinous” to scan.
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Ramesh T A (12/21/2009 1:00:00 AM)
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Indeed even though everything may come to an end there can be a little time for a little love! That nobody should not ignore in the mundane things is quite true to know!
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Nicola burkett (12/21/2006 8:17:00 PM)
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Again I stand in awe, of the very muse and inspiration of my own poetic heart.
I thank you from the bottom of my whole being for giving me this gift. A hundred and 24 years have past and your magic still lives on.
R.I.P Dante
Nickie x x
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