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Edith Nesbit - Discretion
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AH, turn your pretty eyes away! 
    You would not have me love again? 
Love`s pleasure does not live a day, 
        Immortal is Love`s pain, 
        And I am tired of pain. 


I have loved once--aye, once or twice; 
    The pleasure died, the pain lives here; 
I will not look in your sweet eyes, 
        I will not love you, Dear, 
        Lest you should grow too dear. 


For I am weary and afraid. 
    Have I not seen why life was fair, 
And known how good a world God made, 
        How sweet the blossoms were, 
        How dear the green fields were? 


And I have found how life was gray, 
    A mist-hung road, a quest in vain, 
Until once more Love smiled my way 
        And fooled me once again, 
        And taught me grief again. 


Now I will gather no more grief; 
    I only ask to see the sky, 
The budding flower, the budding leaf, 
        And put old dreamings by, 
        The dreams Love tortures by. 


For, being wise, I love no more; 
    You, if you will, snare with those eyes 
Some fool who never loved before, 
        And teach him to be wise! 
        For why should you be wise?
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