ROCOCO
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ake hands and part with laughter;Touch lips and part with tears;Once more and no more after,Whatever comes with years.We twain shall not remeasureThe ways that left us twain;Nor crush the lees of pleasureFrom sanguine grapes of pain. We twain once well in sunder,What will the mad gods doFor hate with me, I wonder,Or what for love with you?Forget them till November,And dream there's April yet;Forget that I remember,And dream that I forget. Time found our tired love sleeping,And kissed away his breath;But what should we do weeping,Though light love sleep to death?We have drained his lips at leisure,Till there's not left to drainA single sob of pleasure,A single pulse of pain. Dream that the lips once breathlessMight quicken if they would;Say that the soul is deathless;Dream that the gods are good;Say March may wed September,And time divorce regret;But not that you remember,And not that I forget. We have heard from hidden placesWhat love scarce lives and hears:We have seen on fervent facesThe pallor of strange tears:We have trod the wine-vat's treasure,Whence, ripe to steam and stain,Foams round the feet of pleasureThe blood-red must of pain. Remembrance may recoverAnd time bring back to timeThe name of your first lover,The ring of my first rhyme;But rose-leaves of DecemberThe frosts of June shall fret,The day that you remember,The day that I forget. The snake that hides and hissesIn heaven we twain have known;The grief of cruel kisses,The joy whose mouth makes moan;The pulse's pause and measure,Where in one furtive veinThrobs through the heart of pleasureThe purpler blood of pain. We have done with tears and treasonsAnd love for treason's sake;Room for the swift new seasons,The years that burn and break,Dismantle and dismemberMen's days and dreams, Juliette;For love may not remember,But time will not forget. Life treads down love in flying,Time withers him at root;Bring all dead things and dying,Reaped sheaf and ruined fruit,Where, crushed by three days' pressure,Our three days' love lies slain;And earlier leaf of pleasure,And latter flower of pain. Breathe close upon the ashes,It may be flame will leap;Unclose the soft close lashes,Lift up the lids, and weep.Light love's extinguished ember,Let one tear leave it wetFor one that you rememberAnd ten that you forget.
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