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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356014" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dream-Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Love lies sleeping<br>In May-time of the year,<br>Among the lilies,<br>Lapped in the tender light:<br>White lambs come grazing,<br>White doves come building there:<br>And round about him<br>The May-bushes are white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft moss the pillow<br>For oh, a softer cheek; <br>Broad leaves cast shadow<br>Upon the heavy eyes:<br>There winds and waters<br>Grow lulled and scarcely speak;<br>There twilight lingers<br>The longest in the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Love lies dreaming;<br>But who shall tell the dream?<br>A perfect sunlight<br>On rustling forest tips; <br>Or perfect moonlight<br>Upon a rippling stream;<br>Or perfect silence,<br>Or song of cherished lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burn odours round him<br>To fill the drowsy air;<br>Weave silent dances<br>Around him to and fro;<br>For oh, in waking<br>The sights are not so fair, <br>And song and silence<br>Are not like these below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Love lies dreaming<br>Till summer days are gone,—<br>Dreaming and drowsing<br>Away to perfect sleep:<br>He sees the beauty<br>Sun hath not looked upon,<br>And tastes the fountain<br>Unutterably deep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Him perfect music<br>Doth hush unto his rest,<br>And through the pauses<br>The perfect silence calms:<br>Oh, poor the voices<br>Of earth from east to west,<br>And poor earth's stillness<br>Between her stately palms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Love lies drowsing<br>Away to poppied death; <br>Cool shadows deepen<br>Across the sleeping face:<br>So fails the summer<br>With warm, delicious breath;<br>And what hath autumn<br>To give us in its place?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Draw close the curtains<br>Of branched evergreen;<br>Change cannot touch them<br>With fading fingers sere: <br>Here the first violets<br>Perhaps will bud unseen,<br>And a dove, may be,<br>Return to nestle here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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In May-time of the year,
Among the lilies,
Lapped in the tender light:
White lambs come grazing,
White doves come building there:
And round about him
The May-bushes are white.

Soft moss the pillow
For oh, a softer cheek; ..."></div>
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