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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348645" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Laus Virginitatis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mirror of men's eyes delights me less,<br>O mirror, than the friend I find in thee;<br>Thou lovest, as I love, my loveliness,<br>Thou givest my beauty back to me.<br> <br>I to myself suffice; why should I tire<br>The heart with roaming that would rest at home?<br>Myself the limit to my own desire,<br>I have no desire to roam.<br> <br>I hear the maidens crying in the hills:<br>'Come up among the bleak and perilous ways,<br>Come up and follow after Love, who fills<br>The hollows of our nights and days;<br> <br>'Love the deliverer, who is desolate,<br>And saves from desolation; the divine<br>Out of great suffering; Love, compassionate,<br>Who is thy bread and wine,<br> <br>'O soul, that faints in following after him.'<br>I hear; but what is Love that I should tread<br>Hard ways among the perilous passes dim,<br>Who need no succouring wine and bread?<br> <br>Enough it is to dream, enough to abide<br>Here where the loud world's echoes fall remote,<br>Untroubled, unawakened, satisfied;<br>As water-lilies float<br> <br>Lonely upon a shadow-sheltered pool,<br>Dreaming of their own whiteness; even so,<br>I dwell within a nest of shadows cool,<br>And watch the vague hours come and go.<br> <br>They come and go, but I my own delight<br>Remain, and I desire no change in aught:<br>Might I escape indifferent Time's despite,<br>That ruins all he wrought!<br> <br>This dainty body formed so curiously,<br>So delicately and wonderfully made,<br>Mine own, that none hath ever shared with me,<br>Mine own, and for myself arrayed;<br> <br>All this that I have loved and not another,<br>My one desire's delight, this, shall Time bring<br>Where Beauty hath the abhorred worm for brother,<br>The dust for covering?<br> <br>At least I bear it virgin to the grave,<br>Pure, and apart, and rare, and casketed;<br>What, living, was mine own and no man's slave,<br>Shall be mine own when I am dead.<br> <br>But thou, my friend, my mirror, dost possess<br>The shadow of myself that smiles in thee,<br>And thou dost give, with thine own loveliness,<br>My beauty back to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Symons">Arthur Symons</a><div class=q>
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O mirror, than the friend I find in thee;
Thou lovest, as I love, my loveliness,
Thou givest my beauty back to me.
 
I to myself suffice; why should I tire
The heart with roaming that would rest at home?
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