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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342059" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sapphics</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the night sleep came not upon my eyelids, <br>Shed not dew, nor shook nor unclosed a feather, <br>Yet with lips shut close and with eyes of iron <br>Stood and beheld me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then to me so lying awake a vision <br>Came without sleep over the seas and touched me, <br>Softly touched mine eyelids and lips; and I too, <br>Full of the vision, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Saw the white implacable Aphrodite, <br>Saw the hair unbound and the feet unsandalled <br>Shine as fire of sunset on western waters; <br>Saw the reluctant </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Feet, the straining plumes of the doves that drew her, <br>Looking always, looking with necks reverted, <br>Back to Lesbos, back to the hills whereunder <br>Shone Mitylene; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Heard the flying feet of the Loves behind her <br>Make a sudden thunder upon the waters, <br>As the thunder flung from the strong unclosing <br>Wings of a great wind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So the goddess fled from her place, with awful <br>Sound of feet and thunder of wings around her; <br>While behind a clamour of singing women <br>Severed the twilight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah the singing, ah the delight, the passion! <br>All the Loves wept, listening; sick with anguish, <br>Stood the crowned nine Muses about Apollo; <br>Fear was upon them, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>While the tenth sang wonderful things they knew not. <br>Ah the tenth, the Lesbian! the nine were silent, <br>None endured the sound of her song for weeping; <br>Laurel by laurel, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Faded all their crowns; but about her forehead, <br>Round her woven tresses and ashen temples <br>White as dead snow, paler than grass in summer, <br>Ravaged with kisses, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Shone a light of fire as a crown for ever. <br>Yea, almost the implacable Aphrodite <br>Paused, and almost wept; such a song was that song. <br>Yea, by her name too </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Called her, saying, 'Turn to me, O my Sappho;' <br>Yet she turned her face from the Loves, she saw not <br>Tears for laughter darken immortal eyelids, <br>Heard not about her </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Fearful fitful wings of the doves departing, <br>Saw not how the bosom of Aphrodite <br>Shook with weeping, saw not her shaken raiment, <br>Saw not her hands wrung; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Saw the Lesbians kissing across their smitten <br>Lutes with lips more sweet than the sound of lute-strings, <br>Mouth to mouth and hand upon hand, her chosen, <br>Fairer than all men; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Only saw the beautiful lips and fingers, <br>Full of songs and kisses and little whispers, <br>Full of music; only beheld among them <br>Soar, as a bird soars </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Newly fledged, her visible song, a marvel, <br>Made of perfect sound and exceeding passion, <br>Sweetly shapen, terrible, full of thunders, <br>Clothed with the wind's wings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then rejoiced she, laughing with love, and scattered <br>Roses, awful roses of holy blossom; <br>Then the Loves thronged sadly with hidden faces <br>Round Aphrodite, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then the Muses, stricken at heart, were silent; <br>Yea, the gods waxed pale; such a song was that song. <br>All reluctant, all with a fresh repulsion, <br>Fled from before her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>All withdrew long since, and the land was barren, <br>Full of fruitless women and music only. <br>Now perchance, when winds are assuaged at sunset, <br>Lulled at the dewfall, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>By the grey sea-side, unassuaged, unheard of, <br>Unbeloved, unseen in the ebb of twilight, <br>Ghosts of outcast women return lamenting, <br>Purged not in Lethe, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Clothed about with flame and with tears, and singing <br>Songs that move the heart of the shaken heaven, <br>Songs that break the heart of the earth with pity, <br>Hearing, to hear them.</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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Shed not dew, nor shook nor unclosed a feather, 
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