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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341636" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fatima</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might! <br>O sun, that from thy noonday height <br>Shudderest when I strain my sight, <br>Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light, <br> Lo, falling from my constant mind, <br> Lo, parch'd and wither'd, deaf and blind, <br> I whirl like leaves in roaring wind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last night I wasted hateful hours <br>Below the city's eastern towers: <br>I thirsted for the brooks, the showers: <br>I roll'd among the tender flowers: <br> I crush'd them on my breast, my mouth; <br> I look'd athwart the burning drouth <br> Of that long desert to the south. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last night, when some one spoke his name, <br>From my swift blood that went and came <br>A thousand little shafts of flame <br>Were shiver'd in my narrow frame. <br> O Love, O fire! once he drew <br> With one long kiss my whole soul thro' <br> My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before he mounts the hill, I know <br>He cometh quickly: from below <br>Sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow <br>Before him, striking on my brow. <br> In my dry brain my spirit soon, <br> Down-deepening from swoon to swoon, <br> Faints like a daled morning moon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind sounds like a silver wire, <br>And from beyond the noon a fire <br>Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher <br>The skies stoop down in their desire; <br> And, isled in sudden seas of light, <br> My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, <br> Bursts into blossom in his sight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My whole soul waiting silently, <br>All naked in a sultry sky, <br>Droops blinded with his shining eye: <br>I will possess him or will die. <br> I will grow round him in his place, <br> Grow, live, die looking on his face, <br> Die, dying clasp'd in his embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q>
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O sun, that from thy noonday height 
Shudderest when I strain my sight, 
Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light, 
 Lo, falling from my constant mind, 
 Lo, parch'd and wither'd, deaf and blind, 
 I whirl lik..."></div>
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