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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536573" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536573" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HE DARES NOT DIE<br>Four hours by the clock! How strange it is! Four hours<br>Since love and life, the future and the past,<br>Died with the shutting of these silent doors,<br>And thought became to me one purpose vast.<br>I have not moved from where she sat. The cast<br>Of her fingers on this cushion lightly scores<br>Its surface still; and still I hear the last<br>Tones of her laughter, and here lie her flowers.<br>Poor flowers! The ugliness of grief has wrought<br>Your change already. No besotted bloom<br>Of a false dawn has lured you to base life.<br>You at the pinch were brave and trifled not,<br>Going ungrudging to our common doom.<br>And I? Ah God! I have not faced the knife!</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=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a></strong></div>

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