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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The One before the Last</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I dreamt I was in love again<br> With the One Before the Last,<br>And smiled to greet the pleasant pain<br> Of that innocent young past.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But I jumped to feel how sharp had been<br> The pain when it did live,<br>How the faded dreams of Nineteen-ten<br> Were Hell in Nineteen-five.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The boy's woe was as keen and clear,<br> The boy's love just as true,<br>And the One Before the Last, my dear,<br> Hurt quite as much as you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> * * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sickly I pondered how the lover<br> Wrongs the unanswering tomb,<br>And sentimentalizes over<br> What earned a better doom.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Gently he tombs the poor dim last time,<br> Strews pinkish dust above,<br>And sighs, "The dear dead boyish pastime!<br> But this - ah, God! - is Love!"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">- Better oblivion hide dead true loves,<br> Better the night enfold,<br>Than men, to eke the praise of new loves,<br> Should lie about the old!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> * * * * *</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh! bitter thoughts I had in plenty.<br> But here's the worst of it -<br>I shall forget, in Nineteen-twenty,<br> You ever hurt a bit!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a></strong></div>

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