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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360614" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love's Nocturne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Master of the murmuring courts<br>Where the shapes of sleep convene!--<br>Lo! my spirit here exhorts<br>All the powers of thy demesne<br>For their aid to woo my queen.<br>What reports<br>Yield thy jealous courts unseen?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vaporous, unaccountable,<br>Dreamland lies forlorn of light,<br>Hollow like a breathing shell.<br>Ah! that from all dreams I might<br>Choose one dream and guide its flight!<br>I know well<br>What her sleep should tell to-night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the dreams are multitudes:<br>Some that will not wait for sleep,<br>Deep within the August woods;<br>Some that hum while rest may steep<br>Weary labour laid a-heap;<br>Interludes,<br>Some, of grievous moods that weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poets' fancies all are there:<br>There the elf-girls flood with wings<br>Valleys full of plaintive air;<br>There breathe perfumes; there in rings<br>Whirl the foam-bewildered springs;<br>Siren there<br>Winds her dizzy hair and sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thence the one dream mutually<br>Dreamed in bridal unison,<br>Less than waking ecstasy;<br>Half-formed visions that make moan<br>In the house of birth alone;<br>And what we<br>At death's wicket see, unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But for mine own sleep, it lies<br>In one gracious form's control,<br>Fair with honourable eyes,<br>Lamps of a translucent soul:<br>O their glance is loftiest dole,<br>Sweet and wise,<br>Wherein Love descries his goal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reft of her, my dreams are all<br>Clammy trance that fears the sky:<br>Changing footpaths shift and fall;<br>From polluted coverts nigh,<br>Miserable phantoms sigh;<br>Quakes the pall,<br>And the funeral goes by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Master, is it soothly said<br>That, as echoes of man's speech<br>Far in secret clefts are made,<br>So do all men's bodies reach<br>Shadows o'er thy sunken beach,--<br>Shape or shade<br>In those halls pourtrayed of each?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! might I, by thy good grace<br>Groping in the windy stair,<br>(Darkness and the breath of space<br>Like loud waters everywhere,)<br>Meeting mine own image there<br>Face to face,<br>Send it from that place to her!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, not I; but oh! do thou,<br>Master, from thy shadowkind<br>Call my body's phantom now:<br>Bid it bear its face declin'd<br>Till its flight her slumbers find,<br>And her brow<br>Feel its presence bow like wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where in groves the gracile Spring<br>Trembles, with mute orison<br>Confidently strengthening,<br>Water's voice and wind's as one<br>Shed an echo in the sun.<br>Soft as Spring,<br>Master, bid it sing and moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Song shall tell how glad and strong<br>Is the night she soothes alway;<br>Moan shall grieve with that parched tongue<br>Of the brazen hours of day:<br>Sounds as of the springtide they,<br>Moan and song,<br>While the chill months long for May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not the prayers which with all leave<br>The world's fluent woes prefer,--<br>Not the praise the world doth give,<br>Dulcet fulsome whisperer;--<br>Let it yield my love to her,<br>And achieve<br>Strength that shall not grieve or err.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wheresoe'er my dreams befall,<br>Both at night-watch, (let it say,)<br>And where round the sundial<br>The reluctant hours of day,<br>Heartless, hopeless of their way,<br>Rest and call;--<br>There her glance doth fall and stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly her face is there:<br>So do mounting vapours wreathe<br>Subtle-scented transports where<br>The black firwood sets its teeth.<br>Part the boughs and look beneath,--<br>Lilies share<br>Secret waters there, and breathe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Master, bid my shadow bend<br>Whispering thus till birth of light,<br>Lest new shapes that sleep may send<br>Scatter all its work to flight;--<br>Master, master of the night,<br>Bid it spend<br>Speech, song, prayer, and end aright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, ah me! if at her head<br>There another phantom lean<br>Murmuring o'er the fragrant bed,--<br>Ah! and if my spirit's queen<br>Smile those alien prayers between,--<br>Ah! poor shade!<br>Shall it strive, or fade unseen?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How should love's own messenger<br>Strive with love and be love's foe?<br>Master, nay! If thus, in her,<br>Sleep a wedded heart should show,--<br>Silent let mine image go,<br>Its old share<br>Of thy spell-bound air to know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a vapour wan and mute,<br>Like a flame, so let it pass;<br>One low sigh across her lute,<br>One dull breath against her glass;<br>And to my sad soul, alas!<br>One salute<br>Cold as when Death's foot shall pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, too, let all hopes of mine,<br>All vain hopes by night and day,<br>Slowly at thy summoning sign<br>Rise up pallid and obey.<br>Dreams, if this is thus, were they:--<br>Be they thine,<br>And to dreamworld pine away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet from old time, life, not death,<br>Master, in thy rule is rife:<br>Lo! through thee, with mingling breath,<br>Adam woke beside his wife.<br>O Love bring me so, for strife,<br>Force and faith,<br>Bring me so not death but life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, to Love himself is pour'd<br>This frail song of hope and fear.<br>Thou art Love, of one accord<br>With kind Sleep to bring her near,<br>Still-eyed, deep-eyed, ah how dear.<br>Master, Lord,<br>In her name implor'd, O hear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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Where the shapes of sleep convene!--
Lo! my spirit here exhorts
All the powers of thy demesne
For their aid to woo my queen.
What reports
Yield thy jealous courts unseen?

Vaporous, unaccountable,
Dreamland lies forl..."></div>
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