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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Among the Ruins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles<br> Miles and miles<br>On the solitary pastures where our sheep<br> Half-asleep<br>Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stop<br> As they crop—<br>Was the site once of a city great and gay,<br> (So they say)<br>Of our country’s very capital, its prince<br> Ages since<br>Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far<br> Peace or war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now—the country does not even boast a tree,<br> As you see,<br>To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills<br> From the hills<br>Intersect and give a name to, (else they run<br> Into one)<br>Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires<br> Up like fires<br>O’er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall<br> Bounding all,<br>Made of marble, men might march on nor be prest,<br> Twelve abreast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And such plenty and perfection, see, of grass<br> Never was!<br>Such a carpet as, this summer-time, o’erspreads<br> And embeds<br>Every vestige of the city, guessed alone,<br> Stock or stone—<br>Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe<br> Long ago;<br>Lust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame<br> Struck them tame;<br>And that glory and that shame alike, the gold<br> Bought and sold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now,—the single little turret that remains<br> On the plains,<br>By the caper overrooted, by the gourd<br> Overscored,<br>While the patching houseleek’s head of blossom winks<br> Through the chinks—<br>Marks the basement whence a tower in ancient time<br> Sprang sublime,<br>And a burning ring, all round, the chariots traced<br> As they raced,<br>And the monarch and his minions and his dames<br> Viewed the games.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I know, while thus the quiet-coloured eve<br> Smiles to leave<br>To their folding, all our many-tinkling fleece<br> In such peace,<br>And the slopes and rills in undistinguished grey<br> Melt away—<br>That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair<br> Waits me there<br>In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul<br> For the goal,<br>When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb<br> Till I come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he looked upon the city, every side,<br> Far and wide,<br>All the mountains topped with temples, all the glades,<br> Colonnades,<br>All the causeys, bridges, aqueducts,—and then.<br> All the men!<br>When I do come, she will speak not, she will stand,<br> Either hand<br>On my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace<br> Of my face,<br>Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech<br> Each on each.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In one year they sent a million fighters forth<br> South and North,<br>And they built their gods a brazen pillar high<br> As the sky,<br>Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force—<br> Gold, of course.<br>Oh heart! oh, blood that freezes, blood that burns!<br> Earth’s returns<br>For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!<br> Shut them in,<br>With their triumphs and their glories and the rest.<br> Love is best!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a> from <i>Men and Women</i><div class=q>
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