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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Orchard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LEAVE go my hands, let me catch breath and see;<br>Let the dew-fall drench either side of me;<br>Clear apple-leaves are soft upon that moon<br>Seen sidelong like a blossom in the tree;<br>Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grass is thick and cool, it lets us lie.<br>Kissed upon either cheek and either eye,<br>I turn to thee as some green afternoon<br>Turns toward sunset, and is loth to die;<br>Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lie closer, lean your face upon my side,<br>Feel where the dew fell that has hardly dried,<br>Hear how the blood beats that went nigh to swoon;<br>The pleasure lives there when the sense has died;<br>Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my fair lord, I charge you leave me this:<br>Is it not sweeter than a foolish kiss?<br>Nay take it then, my flower, my first in June,<br>My rose, so like a tender mouth it is:<br>Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire,<br>Dividing my delight and my desire,<br>The crescent life and love the plenilune,<br>Love me though dusk begin and dark retire;<br>Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, my heart fails, my blood draws back; I know,<br>When life runs over, life is near to go;<br>And with the slain of love love’s ways are strewn,<br>And with their blood, if love will have it so;<br>Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, do thy will now; slay me if thou wilt;<br>There is no building now the walls are built,<br>No quarrying now the corner-stone is hewn,<br>No drinking now the vine’s whole blood is spilt;<br>Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, slay me now; nay, for I will be slain;<br>Pluck thy red pleasure from the teeth of pain,<br>Break down thy vine ere yet grape-gatherers prune,<br>Slay me ere day can slay desire again;<br>Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, with thy sweet lips, with thy sweet sword; yea,<br>Take life and all, for I will die, I say;<br>Love, I gave love, is life a better boon?<br>For sweet night’s sake I will not live till day;<br>Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, I will sleep then only; nay, but go.<br>Ah sweet, too sweet to me, my sweet, I know<br>Love, sleep, and death go to the sweet same tune;<br>Hold my hair fast, and kiss me through it so.<br>Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.</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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Let the dew-fall drench either side of me;
Clear apple-leaves are soft upon that moon
Seen sidelong like a blossom in the tree;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

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