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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, <br>With tears and smiles from heaven again <br>The maiden Spring upon the plain <br>Came in a sun-lit fall of rain. <br>In crystal vapour everywhere <br>Blue isles of heaven laugh'd between, <br>And far, in forest-deeps unseen, <br>The topmost elm-tree gather'd green <br>From draughts of balmy air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes the linnet piped his song: <br>Sometimes the throstle whistled strong: <br>Sometimes the sparhawk, wheel'd along, <br>Hush'd all the groves from fear of wrong: <br>By grassy capes with fuller sound <br>In curves the yellowing river ran, <br>And drooping chestnut-buds began <br>To spread into the perfect fan, <br>Above the teeming ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, in the boyhood of the year, <br>Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere <br>Rode thro' the coverts of the deer, <br>With blissful treble ringing clear. <br>She seem'd a part of joyous Spring: <br>A gown of grass-green silk she wore, <br>Buckled with golden clasps before; <br>A light-green tuft of plumes she bore <br>Closed in a golden ring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now on some twisted ivy-net, <br>Now by some tinkling rivulet, <br>In mosses mixt with violet <br>Her cream-white mule his pastern set: <br>And fleeter now she skimm'd the plains <br>Than she whose elfin prancer springs <br>By night to eery warblings, <br>When all the glimmering moorland rings <br>With jingling bridle-reins. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As she fled fast thro' sun and shade, <br>The happy winds upon her play'd, <br>Blowing the ringlet from the braid: <br>She look'd so lovely, as she sway'd <br>The rein with dainty finger-tips, <br>A man had given all other bliss, <br>And all his worldly worth for this, <br>To waste his whole heart in one kiss <br>Upon her perfect lips.</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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With tears and smiles from heaven again 
The maiden Spring upon the plain 
Came in a sun-lit fall of rain. 
In crystal vapour everywhere 
Blue isles of heaven laugh'd between, 
And far, in forest-deeps unseen..."></div>
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