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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359128" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amid the mystic fields of Love<br>I wander'd, and beheld a grove.<br>Breathlessly still was part, and part<br>Was breathing with an easy heart;<br>And there below, in lamblike game,<br>Were virgins, all so much the same,<br>That each was all. A youth drew nigh,<br>And on them gazed with wandering eye,<br>And would have pass'd, but that a maid,<br>Clapping her hands above her, said,<br>‘My time is now!’ and laughing ran<br>After the dull and strange young man,<br>And bade him stop and look at her.<br>And so he call'd her lovelier<br>Than any else, only because<br>She only then before him was.<br>And, while they stood and gazed, a change<br>Was seen in both, diversely strange:<br>The youth was ever more and more<br>That good which he had been before;<br>But the glad maiden grew and grew<br>Such that the rest no longer knew<br>Their sister, who was now to sight<br>The young man's self, yet opposite,<br>As the outer rainbow is the first,<br>But weaker, and the hues reversed.<br>And whereas, in the abandon'd grove,<br>The virgin round the Central Love<br>Had blindly circled in her play,<br>Now danced she round her partner's way;<br>And, as the earth the moon's, so he<br>Had the responsibility <br>Of her diviner motion. ‘Lo,’<br>He sang, and the heavens began to glow,<br>‘The pride of personality,<br>Seeking its highest, aspires to die,<br>And in unspeakably profound<br>Humiliation Love is crown'd!<br>And from his exaltation still<br>Into his ocean of good-will<br>He curiously casts the lead<br>To find strange depths of lowlihead.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To one same tune, but higher, ‘Bold,’<br>The maiden sang, ‘is Love! For cold<br>On Earth are blushes, and for shame<br>Of such an ineffectual flame<br>As ill consumes the sacrifice!’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Coventry+Patmore">Coventry Patmore</a><div class=q>
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I wander'd, and beheld a grove.
Breathlessly still was part, and part
Was breathing with an easy heart;
And there below, in lamblike game,
Were virgins, all so much the same,
That each was all. A youth drew nigh,
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