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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=469007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Love Letter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=469007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Letter of love so strangely thrilling<br>With all your countless wonder yet,<br>Though Time our heart's hot fires have mastered,<br>Bringing a pang of pained regret!<br>The while your blest receiver holds you,<br>His banished passions still rebel,<br>No longer reason sacrifices<br>His sentiment,--so then farewell!<br>Destroyed be this love-token treasured!<br>For if 'tis read when time has flown,<br>Deep in the buried soul 'twill waken<br>The torment vanished days have known.<br>At first but a light scorn arousing<br>For silly childishness,--at last<br>With fiery yearning overwhelming,<br>And jealousy for all the past.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=469007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O Thou, from whom a myriad letters<br>Speak with the breath of love to me,<br>Though my gaze rest on thee austerely,<br>Yet, yet,--I cannot part with thee!<br>Time has revealed with bitter clearness<br>How little thou with truth wert blessed,<br>How like a child my own behaviour--<br>Yet, dear to me I still must save<br>This flower scentless, without colour,<br>From off my manhood's early grave!</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=Nikolay+Alekseyevich+Nekrasov">Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov</a></strong></div>