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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Madona Mia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">UNDER green apple-boughs<br>That never a storm will rouse,<br>My lady hath her house<br>Between two bowers;<br>In either of the twain<br>Red roses full of rain;<br>She hath for bondwomen<br>All kind of flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hath no handmaid fair<br>To draw her curled gold hair<br>Through rings of gold that bear<br>Her whole hair’s weight;<br>She hath no maids to stand<br>Gold-clothed on either hand;<br>In all the great green land<br>None is so great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hath no more to wear<br>But one white hood of vair<br>Drawn over eyes and hair,<br>Wrought with strange gold,<br>Made for some great queen’s head,<br>Some fair great queen since dead;<br>And one strait gown of red<br>Against the cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath her eyelids deep<br>Love lying seems asleep,<br>Love, swift to wake, to weep,<br>To laugh, to gaze;<br>Her breasts are like white birds,<br>And all her gracious words<br>As water-grass to herds<br>In the June-days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To her all dews that fall<br>And rains are musical;<br>Her flowers are fed from all,<br>Her joy from these;<br>In the deep-feathered firs<br>Their gift of joy is hers,<br>In the least breath that stirs<br>Across the trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She grows with greenest leaves,<br>Ripens with reddest sheaves,<br>Forgets, remembers, grieves,<br>And is not sad;<br>The quiet lands and skies<br>Leave light upon her eyes;<br>None knows her, weak or wise,<br>Or tired or glad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None knows, none understands,<br>What flowers are like her hands;<br>Though you should search all lands<br>Wherein time grows,<br>What snows are like her feet,<br>Though his eyes burn with heat<br>Through gazing on my sweet,<br>Yet no man knows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only this thing is said;<br>That white and gold and red,<br>God’s three chief words, man’s bread<br>And oil and wine,<br>Were given her for dowers,<br>And kingdom of all hours,<br>And grace of goodly flowers<br>And various vine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is my lady’s praise:<br>God after many days<br>Wrought her in unknown ways,<br>In sunset lands;<br>This was my lady’s birth;<br>God gave her might and mirth<br>And laid his whole sweet earth<br>Between her hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under deep apple-boughs<br>My lady hath her house;<br>She wears upon her brows<br>The flower thereof;<br>All saying but what God saith<br>To her is as vain breath;<br>She is more strong than death,<br>Being strong as 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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That never a storm will rouse,
My lady hath her house
Between two bowers;
In either of the twain
Red roses full of rain;
She hath for bondwomen
All kind of flowers.

She hath no handmaid fair
To draw her curled gold hair
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