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I have forgotten none of them. They pass before me, a fair frieze of unforgotten faces; but most I loved a Roman poet, because, perhaps, he loved so well the memory of her I had loved, and knew so skilfully to make bloom again among his own red roses those petals of passionate ivory which the fishermen of Lesbos had recovered from the sea." I HAVE FORGOTTEN NONE OF THEM THEY PASSED BEFORE ME A FAIR FRIEZE OF UNFORGOTTEN FACES BUT MOST I LOVED A ROMAN POET PERHAPS HE LOVED SO WELL THE MEMORY OF HER I HAD LOVED AND KNEW SO SKILFULLY TO MAKE BLOOM AGAIN AMONG HIS OWN RED ROSES THOSE PETALS OF PASSIONATE IVORY WHICH THE FISHERMAN OF LESBOS HAD RECOVERED FROM THE SEA
ers; be great enough, be all mine, and perhaps I will die with you, Antony—and leave the world in darkness for your sake, another hundred years." "Tell me of your lovers, Silencieux." "Nearly three thousand years ago I loved a woman of Mitylene, very fair and made of fire. But she loved another more than I, and for his sake threw herself from a rock into the sea. As she fell, the rose we had made together fell from her bosom, and was torn to pieces by the sea. Fishermen gathered here and there a petal floating on the waters,—but what were they?—and the world has never known how wonderful was that rose of our love which she took with her into the depths of the sea." "You are faithful, Silencieux; you love her still." "Yes, I love her still." "And with whom did love come next, Silencieux?" "Oh, I loved many those years, for the loss of a great love sends us vainly from hand to hand of many lesser loves, to ease a little the great ache; and at that time the world seemed full of my lovers.  THE WORLD IS ONLY BEAUTIFUL WHEN I AND MY LOVERS ARE IN IT ANTONY YOU ARE ONE OF MY LOVERS ONE OF MY DEAREST LOVERS BE GREAT ENOUGH BE ALL MINE AND PERHAPS I WILL DIE WITH YOU ANTONY AND LEAVE THE WORLD IN DARKNESS FOR YOUR SAKE ANOTHER HUNDRED YEARS TELL ME OF YOUR LOVERS SELA I LOVED A WOMAN OF MITALINE VERY FAIR AND MADE OF FIRE BUT SHE LOVED ANOTHER MORE THAN I AND FOR HIS SAKE THREW HERSELF FROM A ROCK INTO THE SEA AS SHE FELL THE ROSE WE HAD MADE TOGETHER FELL FROM HER BOSOM AND WAS TORN TO PIECES BY THE SEA FISHERMEN GATHERED HERE AND THERE A PETAL FLOATING ON THE WATERS BUT WHAT WAS THEY AND THE WORLD HAS NEVER KNOWN HOW WONDERFUL WAS THAT ROSE OF OUR LOVE WHICH SHE TOOK WITH HER INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA YOU ARE FAITHFUL SELAS I LOVE HER STILL AND WITH WHOM DID LOVE COME NEXT SEALAJO OH I LOVE MANY THOSE YEARS FOR THE LOSS OF A GREAT LOVE SENDS US VAINLY FROM HAND TO HAND OF MANY LESSER LOVES TO EASE A LITTLE THE GREAT ACHE AND AT THAT TIME THE WORLD SEEMED FULL OF MY LOVERS
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