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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Deep in a Yew-Sequestered Grove</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Deep in a yew-sequestered grove <br>I sat and wept my heart away; <br>A child came by at close of day <br>With eyes as sweet as new-born love. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He came from sun-bleached meadows where <br>High on the hedge the topmost rose <br>Curtsies to every wind that blows. <br>A wanton of the summer air. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sunset aureoled his brow, <br>Kindling the roses in his hand, <br>And by my side I saw him stand <br>To offer me his rose-red bough: </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Take back thy gift--I sighed forlorn, <br>And showed where like the yew's red seed, <br>My blood had trickled, bead on bead, <br>From wounds made by his cruel thorn. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He smiled and said:--Nay, take my Rose; <br>You know, when all is said and done, <br>There's not a joy beneath the sun <br>Worth lovers' joys but lovers' woes.</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=Mathilde+Blind">Mathilde Blind</a></strong></div>