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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rosa Flammea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beautiful demon, O veil those eyes of fire,<br>Cover your breasts that are whiter than milk, and ruddy<br>With dewy buds of the magical rose, your body,<br>Veil your lips from the shining of my desire!<br>As a rose growing up from hell you waver before me,<br>Shaking an odorous breath that is fire within;<br>The Lord Christ may not pardon me this sweet sin,<br>But the scent of the rose that is rooted in hell steals o'er me.<br>O Lord Christ, I am lost, I am lost, I am lost!<br>Her eyes are as stars in a pool and their spell is on me;<br>She lifts her unsearchable lids, chill fire is upon me,<br>It shudders through every vein, and my brain is tossed<br>As the leaves of a tree when the wind coils under and over;<br>She smiles, and I hear the heart beat in my side;<br>She lifts her hands, and I swirl in a clutching tide;<br>But shall my soul not burn in flame if I love her?<br>She shall veil those eyes, those lips, ah! that breast.<br>Demon seeking my soul, I do adjure thee,<br>In the name of him for whose tempted sake I endure thee,<br>Trouble my sight no more: lost soul, be at rest!<br>She smiles, and the air grows into a mist of spices,<br>Frankincense, cinnamon, labdanum, and myrrh<br>Rise in sweet smoke about the feet of her<br>Before whom the sweets of the world are as sacrifices.<br>Cinnamon, frankincense, labdanum, and myrrh<br>Smoke in the air, the fume of them closes round me;<br>Help, ere the waves of the flood of odours have drowned me,<br>Help, ere it be too late! There has no help come,<br>And I feel that the rose of the pit begins to blossom<br>Into the likeness of a lost soul on fire,<br>And the soul that was mine is emptied of all but desire<br>Of the rose of her lips and the rose of her bosom.<br>Ah! she smiles the great smile, the immortal shame:<br>Her mouth to my mouth, though hell be the price hereafter!...<br>I hear in the whirling winds her windy laughter,<br>And my soul for this shall whirl in the winds of flame.</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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Cover your breasts that are whiter than milk, and ruddy
With dewy buds of the magical rose, your body,
Veil your lips from the shining of my desire!
As a rose growing up from hell you waver before me,
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