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Oscar Wilde - Silentium Amoris
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.            AS oftentimes the too resplendent sun
                Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
              Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
                A single ballad from the nightingale,
                So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
              And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

              And as at dawn across the level mead
                On wings impetuous some wind will come,
              And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
                Which was its only instrument of song,                


                So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
              And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

              But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
                Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
              Else it were better we should part, and go,
                Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
                And I to nurse the barren memory
              Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.
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