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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340464" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sultan's Palace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,<br>As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;<br>As in their flesh inheres the impulse to embrace,<br>To gaze on Loveliness was my soul's appetite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have roamed far in search; white road and plunging bow<br>Were keys in the blue doors where my desire was set;<br>Obedient to their lure, my lips and laughing brow<br>The hill-showers and the spray of many seas have wet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hot are enamored hands, the fragrant zone unbound,<br>To leave no dear delight unfelt, unfondled o'er,<br>The will possessed my heart to girdle Earth around<br>With their insatiate need to wonder and adore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flowers in the fields, the surf upon the sands,<br>The sunset and the clouds it turned to blood and wine,<br>Were shreds of the thin veil behind whose beaded strands<br>A radiant visage rose, serene, august, divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A noise of summer wind astir in starlit trees,<br>A song where sensual love's delirium rose and fell,<br>Were rites that moved my soul more than the devotee's<br>When from the blazing choir rings out the altar bell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woke amid the pomp of a proud palace; writ<br>In tinted arabesque on walls that gems o'erlay,<br>The names of caliphs were who once held court in it,<br>Their baths and bowers were mine to dwell in for a day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their robes and rings were mine to draw from shimmering trays---<br>Brocades and broidered silks, topaz and tourmaline--<br>Their turban-cloths to wind in proud capricious ways,<br>And fasten plumes and pearls and pendent sapphires in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I rose; far music drew my steps in fond pursuit<br>Down tessellated floors and towering peristyles:<br>Through groves of colonnades fair lamps were blushing fruit,<br>On seas of green mosaic soft rugs were flowery isles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there were verdurous courts that scalloped arches wreathed,<br>Where fountains plashed in bowls of lapis lazuli.<br>Through enigmatic doors voluptuous accents breathed,<br>And having Youth I had their Open Sesame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I paused where shadowy walls were hung with cloths of gold,<br>And tinted twilight streamed through storied panes above.<br>In lamplit alcoves deep as flowers when they unfold<br>Soft cushions called to rest and fragrant fumes to love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hungered; at my hand delicious dainties teemed---<br>Fair pyramids of fruit; pastry in sugared piles.<br>I thirsted; in cool cups inviting vintage beamed---<br>Sweet syrups from the South; brown muscat from the isles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I yearned for passionate Love; faint gauzes fell away.<br>Pillowed in rosy light I found my heart's desire.<br>Over the silks and down her florid beauty lay,<br>As over orient clouds the sunset's coral fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joys that had smiled afar, a visionary form,<br>Behind the ranges hid, remote and rainbow-dyed,<br>Drew near unto my heart, a wonder soft and warm,<br>To touch, to stroke, to clasp, to sleep and wake beside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy, that where summer seas and hot horizons shone<br>Had been the outspread arms I gave my youth to seek,<br>Drew near; awhile its pulse strove sweetly with my own,<br>Awhile I felt its breath astir upon my cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was so happy there; so fleeting was my stay,<br>What wonder if, assailed with vistas so divine,<br>I only lived to search and sample them the day<br>When between dawn and dusk the sultan's courts were mine !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speak not of other worlds of happiness to be,<br>As though in any fond imaginary sphere<br>Lay more to tempt man's soul to immortality<br>Than ripens for his bliss abundant now and here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flowerlike I hope to die as flowerlike was my birth.<br>Rooted in Nature's just benignant law like them,<br>I want no better joys than those that from green Earth<br>My spirit's blossom drew through the sweet body's stem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see no dread in death, no horror to abhor.<br>I never thought it else than but to cease to dwell<br>Spectator, and resolve most naturally once more<br>Into the dearly loved eternal spectacle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unto the fields and flowers this flesh I found so fair<br>I yield; do you, dear friend, over your rose-crowned wine,<br>Murmur my name some day as though my lips were there,<br>And frame your mouth as though its blushing kiss were mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, where the banquet-hall is brilliant with young men,<br>You whose bright youth it might have thrilled my breast to know,<br>Drink . . . and perhaps my lips, insatiate even then<br>Of lips to hang upon, may find their loved ones so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unto the flush of dawn and evening I commend<br>This immaterial self and flamelike part of me,---<br>Unto the azure haze that hangs at the world's end,<br>The sunshine on the hills, the starlight on the sea,---</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unto angelic Earth, whereof the lives of those<br>Who love and dream great dreams and deeply feel may be<br>The elemental cells and nervules that compose<br>Its divine consciousness and joy and harmony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alan+Seeger">Alan Seeger</a><div class=q>
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