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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Card-Dealer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could you not drink her gaze like wine?<br>Yet though its splendour swoon<br>Into the silence languidly<br>As a tune into a tune,<br>Those eyes unravel the coiled night <br>And know the stars at noon.<br>The gold that's heaped beside her hand,<br>In truth rich prize it were;<br>And rich the dreams that wreathe her brows<br>With magic stillness there;<br>And he were rich who should unwind <br>That woven golden hair.<br>Around her, where she sits, the dance<br>Now breathes its eager heat;<br>And not more lightly or more true<br>Fall there the dancers' feet <br>Than fall her cards on the bright board<br>As 'twere a heart that beat.<br>Her fingers let them softly through,<br>Smooth polished silent things;<br>And each one as it falls reflects<br>In swift light-shadowings,<br>Blood-red and purple, green and blue,<br>The great eyes of her rings.<br>Whom plays she with? With thee, who lov'st<br>Those gems upon her hand;<br>With me, who search her secret brows;<br>With all men, bless'd or bann'd.<br>We play together, she and we,<br>Within a vain strange land:<br>A land without any order,—<br>Day even as night, (one saith,)—<br>Where who lieth down ariseth not<br>Nor the sleeper awakeneth;<br>A land of darkness as darkness itself<br>And of the shadow of death.<br>What be her cards, you ask? Even these:—<br>The heart, that doth but crave<br>More, having fed; the diamond,<br>Skilled to make base seem brave;<br>The club, for smiting in the dark;<br>The spade, to dig a grave.<br>And do you ask what game she plays?<br>With me 'tis lost or won;<br>With thee it is playing still; with him<br>It is not well begun;<br>But 'tis a game she plays with all<br>Beneath the sway o' the sun.<br>Thou seest the card that falls,—she knows<br>The card that followeth:<br>Her game in thy tongue is called Life,<br>As ebbs thy daily breath:<br>When she shall speak, thou'lt learn her tongue<br>And know she calls it Death.</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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Yet though its splendour swoon
Into the silence languidly
As a tune into a tune,
Those eyes unravel the coiled night 
And know the stars at noon.
The gold that's heaped beside her hand,
In truth rich prize i..."></div>
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