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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360756" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnets XLIX: L: LI: LII: Willowwood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sat with Love upon a woodside well,<br>Leaning across the water, I and he;<br>Nor ever did he speak nor looked at me,<br>But touched his lute wherein was audible<br>The certain secret thing he had to tell:<br>Only our mirrored eyes met silently<br>In the low wave; and that sound came to be<br>The passionate voice I knew; and my tears fell.<br>And at their fall, his eyes beneath grew hers;<br>And with his foot and with his wing-feathers<br>He swept the spring that watered my heart's drouth.<br>Then the dark ripples spread to waving hair,<br>And as I stooped, her own lips rising there<br>Bubbled with brimming kisses at my mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now Love sang: but his was such a song,<br>So meshed with half-remembrance hard to free,<br>As souls disused in death's sterility<br>May sing when the new birthday tarries long.<br>And I was made aware of a dumb throng<br>That stood aloof, one form by every tree,<br>All mournful forms, for each was I or she,<br>The shades of those our days that had no tongue.<br>They looked on us, and knew us and were known;<br>While fast together, alive from the abyss,<br>Clung the soul-wrung implacable close kiss;<br>And pity of self through all made broken moan<br>Which said “For once, for once, for once alone!”<br>And still Love sang, and what he sang was this:—</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O Ye, all ye that walk in Willowwood,<br>That walk with hollow faces burning white;<br>What fathom-depth of soul-struck widowhood,<br>What long, what longer hours, one lifelong night,<br>Ere ye again, who so in vain have wooed<br>Your last hope lost, who so in vain invite<br>Your lips to that their unforgotten food,<br>Ere ye, ere ye again shall see the light!<br>Alas! the bitter banks in Willowwood,<br>With tear-spurge wan, with blood-wort burning red:<br>Alas! if ever such a pillow could<br>Steep deep the soul in sleep till she were dead,—<br>Better all life forget her than this thing,<br>That Willowwood should hold her wandering!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So sang he: and as meeting rose and rose<br>Together cling through the wind's wellaway<br>Nor change at once, yet near the end of day<br>The leaves drop loosened where the heart-stain glows,—<br>So when the song died did the kiss unclose;<br>And her face fell back drowned, and was as grey<br>As its grey eyes; and if it ever may<br>Meet mine again I know not if Love knows.<br>Only I know that I leaned low and drank<br>A long draught from the water where she sank,<br>Her breath and all her tears and all her soul:<br>And as I leaned, I know I felt Love's face<br>Pressed on my neck with moan of pity and grace,<br>Till both our heads were in his aureole.</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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I sat with Love upon a woodside well,
Leaning across the water, I and he;
Nor ever did he speak nor looked at me,
But touched his lute wherein was audible
The certain secret thing he had to tell:
Only our mirrored eyes met silently
In the low w..."></div>
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