Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
Now no joy but lacks salt ...
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A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
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Time and tide wait for no man, but time always stands still for a woman of 30.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.
