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A Memory of Youth
| The moments passed as at a play; | | I had the wisdom love brings forth; | | I had my share of mother-wit, | | And yet for all that I could say, | | And though I had her praise for it, | | A cloud blown from the cut-throat
north | | Suddenly hid Love’s moon away. | | | | | | Believing every word I said, | | I praised her body and her mind | | Till
pride had made her eyes grow bright, | | And pleasure made her cheeks grow red, | | And vanity her footfall
light, | | Yet we, for all that praise, could find | | Nothing but darkness overhead. | | | | | | We sat as silent as a stone, | | We knew, though she’d not said a word, | | That even the best of love must die, | | And had been savagely
undone | | Were it not that Love upon the cry | | Of a most ridiculous little bird | | Tore from the clouds his marvellous
moon. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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