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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343700" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Excelsis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You -- you -- <br>Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; <br>Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; <br>Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The movement of your hands is the long, golden running of light from a rising sun; <br>It is the hopping of birds upon a garden-path.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the perfume of jonquils, you come forth in the morning. <br>Young horses are not more sudden than your thoughts, <br>Your words are bees about a pear-tree, <br>Your fancies are the gold-and-black striped wasps buzzing among red apples. <br>I drink your lips, <br>I eat the whiteness of your hands and feet. <br>My mouth is open, <br>As a new jar I am empty and open. <br>Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth, <br>Like a brook of water thronged with lilies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are frozen as the clouds, <br>You are far and sweet as the high clouds. <br>I dare to reach to you, <br>I dare to touch the rim of your brightness. <br>I leap beyond the winds, <br>I cry and shout, <br>For my throat is keen as is a sword <br>Sharpened on a hone of ivory. <br>My throat sings the joy of my eyes, <br>The rushing gladness of my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How has the rainbow fallen upon my heart? <br>How have I snared the seas to lie in my fingers <br>And caught the sky to be a cover for my head? How have you come to dwell with me, <br>Compassing me with the four circles of your mystic lightness, <br>So that I say &quot;Glory! Glory!&quot; and bow before you <br>As to a shrine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do I tease myself that morning is morning and a day after? <br>Do I think the air is a condescension, <br>The earth a politeness, <br>Heaven a boon deserving thanks? <br>So you -- air -- earth -- heaven -- <br>I do not thank you, <br>I take you, <br>I live. <br>And those things which I say in consequence <br>Are rubies mortised in a gate of stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q>
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Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; 
Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; 
Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air.

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