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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Youth’s End</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I HAVE held my life too high,<br>Spring and harvest, love and laughter, smile and sigh.<br>I should have held it lightly, like a young leaf rent in haste<br>From the willow in the waste.<br>A moment in my fingers; then it fluttered, then it fled,<br>A little flame of red,<br>To the God-beholding desert where the soundless years go by,–<br>I have held my life too high.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454911" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I have held my death too dear,<br>Shame or honour, peace or peril, pride or fear.<br>I should have held it softly, as the little cloud that flies<br>When the heron takes the skies.<br>I should have held it kindly as a passing whisper,–'Friend,<br>Here's the end,<br>Here the silver cord is loosened and the bowl is broken here,'–<br>But I held my death too dear.</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=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</a></strong></div>

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