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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348678" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stella Maris</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why is it I remember yet<br>You, of all women one has met<br>In random wayfare, as one meets<br>The chance romances of the streets,<br>The Juliet of a night? I know<br>Your heart holds many a Romeo. <br>And I, who call to mind your face<br>In so serene a pausing-place,<br>Where the bright pure expanse of sea,<br>The shadowy shore's austerity,<br>Seems a reproach to you and me,<br>I too have sought on many a breast<br>The ecstasy of love's unrest,<br>I too have had my dreams, and met<br>(Ah me!) how many a Juliet.<br>Why is it, then, that I recall<br>You, neither first nor last of all?<br>For, surely as I see tonight<br>The glancing of the lighthouse light,<br>Against the sky, across the bay, <br>As turn by turn it falls my way,<br>So surely do I see your eyes<br>Out of the empty night arise,<br>Child, you arise and smile to me<br>Out of the night, out of the sea,<br>The Nereid of a moment there,<br>And is it seaweed in your hair?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lost and wrecked, how long ago,<br>Out of the drownèd past, I know,<br>You come to call me, come to claim<br>My share of your delicious shame.<br>Child, I remember, and can tell, <br>One night we loved each other well;<br>And one night's love, at least or most,<br>Is not so small a thing to boast.<br>You were adorable, and I<br>Adored you to infinity,<br>That nuptial night too briefly borne<br>To the oblivion of morn.<br>Oh, no oblivion! for I feel<br>Your lips deliriously steal<br>Along my neck and fasten there;<br>I feel the perfume of your hair,<br>And your soft breast that heaves and dips,<br>Desiring my desirous lips,<br>And that ineffable delight<br>When souls turn bodies, and unite<br>In the intolerable, the whole<br>Rapture of the embodied soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That joy was ours, we passed it by;<br>You have forgotten me, and I<br>Remember you thus strangely, won<br>An instant from oblivion.<br>And I, remembering, would declare<br>That joy, not shame, is ours to share,<br>Joy that we had the will and power,<br>In spite of fate, to snatch one hour,<br>Out of vague nights, and days at strife,<br>So infinitely full of life.<br>And 'tis for this I see you rise,<br>A wraith, with starlight in your eyes,<br>Here, where the drowsy-minded mood<br>Is one with Nature's solitude;<br>For this, for this, you come to me<br>Out of the night, out of the sea.</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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You, of all women one has met
In random wayfare, as one meets
The chance romances of the streets,
The Juliet of a night? I know
Your heart holds many a Romeo. 
And I, who call to mind your face
In so serene a pausing-place..."></div>
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