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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Blessed Damozel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blessed damozel lean'd out<br> From the gold bar of Heaven;<br> Her eyes were deeper than the depth<br> Of waters still'd at even;<br> She had three lilies in her hand,<br> And the stars in her hair were seven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,<br> No wrought flowers did adorn,<br> But a white rose of Mary's gift,<br> For service meetly worn;<br> Her hair that lay along her back<br> Was yellow like ripe corn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Her seem'd she scarce had been a day<br> One of God's choristers;<br> The wonder was not yet quite gone<br> From that still look of hers;<br> Albeit, to them she left, her day<br> Had counted as ten years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (To one, it is ten years of years.<br> . . . Yet now, and in this place,<br> Surely she lean'd o'er me--her hair<br> Fell all about my face ....<br> Nothing: the autumn-fall of leaves.<br> The whole year sets apace.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It was the rampart of God's house<br> That she was standing on;<br> By God built over the sheer depth<br> The which is Space begun;<br> So high, that looking downward thence<br> She scarce could see the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It lies in Heaven, across the flood<br> Of ether, as a bridge.<br> Beneath, the tides of day and night<br> With flame and darkness ridge<br> The void, as low as where this earth<br> Spins like a fretful midge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Around her, lovers, newly met<br> 'Mid deathless love's acclaims,<br> Spoke evermore among themselves<br> Their heart-remember'd names;<br> And the souls mounting up to God<br> Went by her like thin flames.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And still she bow'd herself and stoop'd<br> Out of the circling charm;<br> Until her bosom must have made<br> The bar she lean'd on warm,<br> And the lilies lay as if asleep<br> Along her bended arm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> From the fix'd place of Heaven she saw<br> Time like a pulse shake fierce<br> Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove<br> Within the gulf to pierce<br> Its path; and now she spoke as when<br> The stars sang in their spheres.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The sun was gone now; the curl'd moon<br> Was like a little feather<br> Fluttering far down the gulf; and now<br> She spoke through the still weather.<br> Her voice was like the voice the stars<br> Had when they sang together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (Ah sweet! Even now, in that bird's song,<br> Strove not her accents there,<br> Fain to be hearken'd? When those bells<br> Possess'd the mid-day air,<br> Strove not her steps to reach my side<br> Down all the echoing stair?)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;I wish that he were come to me,<br> For he will come,&quot; she said.<br> &quot;Have I not pray'd in Heaven?--on earth,<br> Lord, Lord, has he not pray'd?<br> Are not two prayers a perfect strength?<br> And shall I feel afraid?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;When round his head the aureole clings,<br> And he is cloth'd in white,<br> I'll take his hand and go with him<br> To the deep wells of light;<br> As unto a stream we will step down,<br> And bathe there in God's sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;We two will stand beside that shrine,<br> Occult, withheld, untrod,<br> Whose lamps are stirr'd continually<br> With prayer sent up to God;<br> And see our old prayers, granted, melt<br> Each like a little cloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;We two will lie i' the shadow of<br> That living mystic tree<br> Within whose secret growth the Dove<br> Is sometimes felt to be,<br> While every leaf that His plumes touch<br> Saith His Name audibly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;And I myself will teach to him,<br> I myself, lying so,<br> The songs I sing here; which his voice<br> Shall pause in, hush'd and slow,<br> And find some knowledge at each pause,<br> Or some new thing to know.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (Alas! We two, we two, thou say'st!<br> Yea, one wast thou with me<br> That once of old. But shall God lift<br> To endless unity<br> The soul whose likeness with thy soul<br> Was but its love for thee?)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;We two,&quot; she said, &quot;will seek the groves<br> Where the lady Mary is,<br> With her five handmaidens, whose names<br> Are five sweet symphonies,<br> Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen,<br> Margaret and Rosalys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Circlewise sit they, with bound locks<br> And foreheads garlanded;<br> Into the fine cloth white like flame<br> Weaving the golden thread,<br> To fashion the birth-robes for them<br> Who are just born, being dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;He shall fear, haply, and be dumb:<br> Then will I lay my cheek<br> To his, and tell about our love,<br> Not once abash'd or weak:<br> And the dear Mother will approve<br> My pride, and let me speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Herself shall bring us, hand in hand,<br> To Him round whom all souls<br> Kneel, the clear-rang'd unnumber'd heads<br> Bow'd with their aureoles:<br> And angels meeting us shall sing<br> To their citherns and citoles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;There will I ask of Christ the Lord<br> Thus much for him and me:--<br> Only to live as once on earth<br> With Love,--only to be,<br> As then awhile, for ever now<br> Together, I and he.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She gaz'd and listen'd and then said,<br> Less sad of speech than mild,--<br> &quot;All this is when he comes.&quot; She ceas'd.<br> The light thrill'd towards her, fill'd<br> With angels in strong level flight.<br> Her eyes pray'd, and she smil'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (I saw her smile.) But soon their path<br> Was vague in distant spheres:<br> And then she cast her arms along<br> The golden barriers,<br> And laid her face between her hands,<br> And wept. (I heard her tears.)</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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 From the gold bar of Heaven;
 Her eyes were deeper than the depth
 Of waters still'd at even;
 She had three lilies in her hand,
 And the stars in her hair were seven.

 Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,
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