<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips <br> The live confession came, like rich perfume <br> From crimson petals bursting into bloom! <br>And still my heart at the remembrance skips <br>Like a young lion, and my tongue too trips <br> As drunk with joy! while every object seen <br> In life’s diurnal round wears in its mien <br>A clear assurance that no doubts eclipse. <br>And if the common things of nature now <br> Are like old faces flushed with new delight, <br>Much more the consciousness of that rich vow <br> Deepens the beauteous, and refines the bright, <br> While throned I seem on love’s divinest height <br>’Mid all the glories glowing round its brow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354889" data-title="Sonnet de Charles Harpur" data-description="SHE loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips The live confession came, like rich perfume From crimson petals bursting into bloom! And still my heart at the remembrance skips Like a young lion, and my tongue too trips As drunk with joy! ..."></div> </div> </div>

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