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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>With Eternity Standing By</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How shall I bid you good--bye,<br>Dear, without tears?<br>Only once in the years,<br>The idle vanishing years,<br>We met, with Eternity standing by,<br>And loved, a little forgotten space,<br>I for the sake of your beautiful face,<br>You I hardly know how or why,<br>Or whether you loved me indeed, alas,<br>With Eternity standing by.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We played our comedy parts,<br>Scene after scene.<br>You were to be my queen,<br>My dear sweet comedy queen,<br>I your lover and knave of hearts<br>Who kissed your hand in the make--believe<br>And looked for the bee in your royal sleeve,<br>And stopped, because of the pain that smarts,<br>The pangs that soften, the sighs that grieve,<br>And the rest of the tragic parts.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We did not know that we loved,<br>Not at the first of it.<br>That, ah that was the worst of it,<br>The aching sorrowful worst of it,<br>Not till I saw that your soul was moved<br>At the sound of my voice, as in tears I read<br>Of Guinevere and the days long dead,<br>And the knights and ladies who lived and loved<br>And went to their graves and were harvested.<br>Then, ah then, it was proved.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So I dare not bid you good--bye,<br>Dear, without tears.<br>Things there are in the years,<br>The coming ominous years,<br>All too sad for us not to cry.<br>Other joys shall forgotten be,<br>But not the pilgrimage made with me,<br>The Severn's flood and the angry sky,<br>And the love we talked of, which could not be<br>With Eternity standing by.</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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