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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Parting Hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not yet, dear love, not yet: the sun is high;<br>You said last night, 'At sunset I will go.'<br>Come to the garden, where when blossoms die<br>No word is spoken; it is better so:<br>Ah! bitter word 'Farewell.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hark! how the birds sing sunny songs of spring!<br>Soon they will build, and work will silence them;<br>So we grow less light-hearted as years bring<br>Life's grave responsibilities - and then<br>The bitter word 'Farewell.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The violets fret to fragrance 'neath your feet,<br>Heaven's gold sunlight dreams aslant your hair:<br>No flower for me! your mouth is far more sweet.<br>O, let my lips forget, while lingering there,<br>Love's bitter word 'Farewell.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577659" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sunset already! have we sat so long?<br>The parting hour, and so much left unsaid!<br>The garden has grown silent - void of song,<br>Our sorrow shakes us with a sudden dread!<br>Ah! bitter word 'Farewell.'</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=Olive+Custance">Olive Custance</a></strong></div>