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Silentium Amoris

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AS oftentimes the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 01 September 2016
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody, And I to nurse the barren memory Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung. Great poetry.
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