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Love, Romance and
You Know What!
Parting
Stay,
O sweet, and do not rise
The light that shines comes from thine eyes;
The day breaks not, it is my heart
Because that you and I must part.
Stay, or else my joys will die
And perish in their infancy.
John Donne
To
meet, to know, to love -- and then
to part, Is the sad tale of many a heart.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I
will not let thee go.
I hold thee by too many bands:
Thou sayest farewell, and lo!
I have thee by the hands,
And I will not let thee go.
Robert Bridges - I Will Not Let Thee Go
O
tell me once and tell me twice
And tell me thrice to make it plain,
When we who part this weary day,
When we who part shall meet again.
When windflowers blossom on the sea
And fishes skim along the plain
Then we who part this weary day,
Then you and I shall meet again.
Yet tell me once before we part,
Why need we part who part in pain?
If flowers must blossom on the sea,
Why, we shall never meet again.
My cheeks are paler than a rose,
My tears are salter than the main,
My heart is like a lump of ice
If we must never meet again.
Oh weep or laugh, but let me be,
And live or die, for all's in vain;
For life's in vain since we must part,
And parting must not meet again.
'Til windflowers blossom on the sea
And fishes skim along the plain;
Pale rose of roses, let me be,
Your breaking heart breaks mine again.
Christina Rossetti
Ae
fond kiss, and then we sever
Ae farewell, an then forever.…
Fare-thee-well, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-well, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
Robert Burns - Ae Fond Kiss
I
am spending delightful afternoons in my garden,
watching everything living around me. As I grow
older, I feel everything departing, and I love
everything with more passion.
Emile Zola -- in the year of his death.
All
the things of my life I loved and kept on loving
through parting, and not through meeting, through
pulling away, and not through coming together,
not unto life but unto death.
Marina Tsvetaeva
I
am thankful for my life and all its sweetness; the
shadows have gone, and it seems to me now as
though all the happiness came from God, and all the
shadow was of my own making. And the strangest
thought of all is that the darkest shadow has always
been this very passing, which now seems to me the
most natural thing in the world. None the less am I
thankful for this great and crowning gift of love -- the one
thing that I had missed. It is there, and that is enough.
In her presence it seemed to me that Love stood side
by side with Death, two shining sisters.
But yesterday I murmured over having been
given, as it were, so sweet a cup to taste, and then
having the cup dashed from my lips. Today I see
that Love was the crown of my poor life, and I thank
God with all the strength of my spirit for putting it into
my hand as His last and best gift. And I thanked her
too for deigning to love me; and even as I did so, the
thought broke to pieces, as it were, and escaped from
the feeble words in which I had veiled it. For were we
not each other's before the world was made? And the
thought of myself and herself fled from me, and we
were one spirit, thinking the same thoughts, sustained
by the same strength.
One more word I said, that she must live and cast abroad
by handfuls the love she would have garnered for me;
that the sorrow that lay heavy on her heart must be
fruitful, not a devastating sorrow; and that however
much alone she might seem, that I should be there,
like one who kneels without a closed door -- and so
we said farewell.
A C Benson - The House of Quiet
I
know well there is no comfort for this pain of parting:
the wound always remains, but one learns to bear
the pain, and learns to thank God for what He gave,
for the beautiful memories of the past, and the yet
more beautiful hope for the future.
Max Muller - Life and Letters
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