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"Hundreds of years after, I loved in Florence a young poet with a face of silver. HUNDREDS OF YEARS AFTER I LOVED IN FLORENCE A YOUNG POET WITH A FACE OF SILVER
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. 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." "Tell me of your lovers, Silencieux," said Antony again.  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 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 TELL ME OF YOUR LOVERS SULAJO SAID ANTONY AGAIN
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