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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118198" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Επι Λατμω</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ON THE mountain, in the woodland,<br>In the shaded secret dell,<br> I have seen thee, I have met thee!<br>In the soft ambrosial hours of night,<br>In darkness silent sweet<br> I beheld thee, I was with thee,<br> I was thine, and thou wert mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I gazed in palace-chambers,<br>When I trod the rustic dance,<br>Earthly maids were fair to look on,<br>Earthly maidens’ hearts were kind:<br>Fair to look on, fair to love:<br>But the life, the life to me,<br>’Twas the death, the death to them,<br>In the spying, prying, prating<br>Of a curious cruel world.<br>At a touch, a breath they fade,<br>They languish, droop, and die;<br>Yea, the juices change to sourness,<br>And the tints to clammy brown;<br>And the softness unto foulness,<br>And the odour unto stench.<br>Let alone and leave to bloom;<br>Pass aside, nor make to die,<br>—In the woodland, on the mountain,<br>Thou art mine, and I am thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I passed.—Amid the uplands,<br>In the forests, on whose skirts<br>Pace unstartled, feed unfearing<br>Do the roe-deer and the red,<br>While I hungered, while I thirsted,<br>While the night was deepest dark,<br>Who was I, that thou should’st meet me?<br>Who was I, thou didst not pass?<br>Who was I, that I should say to thee<br>Thou art mine, and I am thine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the air from whence thou camest<br>Thou returnest, thou art gone;<br>Self-created, discreated,<br>Re-created, ever fresh,<br>Ever young!——<br>As a lake its mirrored mountains<br>At a moment, unregretting,<br>Unresisting, unreclaiming,<br>Without preface, without question,<br>On the silent shifting levels<br>Lets depart,<br>Shows, effaces and replaces<br>For what is, anon is not;<br>What has been, again’s to be;<br>Ever new and ever young<br>Thou art mine, and I am thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Art thou she that walks the skies,<br>That rides the starry night?<br>I know not————<br>For my meanness dares not claim the truth<br>Thy loveliness declares.<br>But the face thou show’st the world is not<br>The face thou show’st to me;<br>And the look that I have looked in<br>Is of none but me beheld.<br>I know not; but I know<br>I am thine, and thou art mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I watch: the orb behind<br>As it fleeteth, faint and fair<br>In the depth of azure night,<br>In the violet blank, I trace<br>By an outline faint and fair<br>Her whom none but I beheld.<br>By her orb she moveth slow,<br>Graceful-slow, serenely firm,<br>Maiden-Goddess! while her robe<br>The adoring planets kiss.<br>And I too cower and ask,<br>Wert thou mine, and was I thine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hath a cloud o’ercast the sky?<br>Is it cloud upon the mountain-sides<br>Or haze of dewy river-banks<br>Below?—<br>Or around me,<br>To enfold me, to conceal,<br>Doth a mystic magic veil,<br>A celestial separation,<br>As of curtains hymeneal,<br>Undiscerned yet all excluding,<br>Interpose?<br>For the pine-tree boles are dimmer,<br>And the stars bedimmed above;<br>In perspective brief, uncertain,<br>Are the forest-alleys closed,<br>And to whispers indistinctest<br>The resounding torrents lulled.<br>Can it be, and can it be?<br>Upon Earth and here below,<br>In the woodland at my side<br>Thou art with me, thou art here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Twas the vapour of the perfume<br>Of the presence that should be,<br>That enwrapt me!<br>That enwraps us,<br>O my Goddess, O my Queen!<br>And I turn<br>At thy feet to fall before thee;<br>And thou wilt not:<br>At thy feet to kneel and reach and kiss thy finger-tips;<br>And thou wilt not:<br>And I feel thine arms that stay me,<br>And I feel————<br>O mine own, mine own, mine own,<br>I am thine, and thou art mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</a><div class=q>
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