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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341990" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fragoletta</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O LOVE! what shall be said of thee?<br>The son of grief begot by joy?<br>Being sightless, wilt thou see?<br>Being sexless, wilt thou be<br>Maiden or boy?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamed of strange lips yesterday<br>And cheeks wherein the ambiguous blood<br>Was like a rose’s—yea,<br>A rose’s when it lay<br>Within the bud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What fields have bred thee, or what groves<br>Concealed thee, O mysterious flower,<br>O double rose of Love’s,<br>With leaves that lure the doves<br>From bud to bower?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dare not kiss it, lest my lip<br>Press harder than an indrawn breath,<br>And all the sweet life slip<br>Forth, and the sweet leaves drip,<br>Bloodlike, in death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sole desire of my delight!<br>O sole delight of my desire!<br>Mine eyelids and eyesight<br>Feed on thee day and night<br>Like lips of fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lean back thy throat of carven pearl,<br>Let thy mouth murmur like the dove’s;<br>Say, Venus hath no girl,<br>No front of female curl,<br>Among her Loves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy sweet low bosom, thy close hair,<br>Thy strait soft flanks and slenderer feet,<br>Thy virginal strange air,<br>Are these not over fair<br>For Love to greet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How should he greet thee? what new name,<br>Fit to move all men’s hearts, could move<br>Thee, deaf to love or shame,<br>Love’s sister, by the same<br>Mother as Love?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah sweet, the maiden’s mouth is cold,<br>Her breast-blossoms are simply red,<br>Her hair mere brown or gold,<br>Fold over simple fold<br>Binding her head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy mouth is made of fire and wine,<br>Thy barren bosom takes my kiss<br>And turns my soul to thine<br>And turns thy lip to mine,<br>And mine it is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast a serpent in thine hair,<br>In all the curls that close and cling;<br>And ah, thy breast-flower!<br>Ah love, thy mouth too fair<br>To kiss and sting!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cleave to me, love me, kiss mine eyes,<br>Satiate thy lips with loving me;<br>Nay, for thou shalt not rise;<br>Lie still as Love that dies<br>For love of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine arms are close about thine head,<br>My lips are fervent on thy face,<br>And where my kiss hath fed<br>Thy flower-like blood leaps red<br>To the kissed place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O bitterness of things too sweet!<br>O broken singing of the dove!<br>Love’s wings are over fleet,<br>And like the panther’s feet<br>The feet of Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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The son of grief begot by joy?
Being sightless, wilt thou see?
Being sexless, wilt thou be
Maiden or boy?

I dreamed of strange lips yesterday
And cheeks wherein the ambiguous blood
Was like a rose’s—yea,
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