<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Orchard-Pit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Orchard-Pit<br>Piled deep below the screening apple-branch <br>They lie with bitter apples in their hands: <br>And some are only ancient bones that blanch, <br>And some had ships that last year's wind did launch, <br>And some were yesterday the lords of lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the soft dell, among the apple-trees, <br>High up above the hidden pit she stands, <br>And there for ever sings, who gave to these, <br>That lie below, her magic hour of ease, <br>And those her apples holden in their hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This in my dreams is shown me; and her hair <br>Crosses my lips and draws my burning breath; <br>Her song spreads golden wings upon the air, <br>Life's eyes are gleaming from her forehead fair, <br>And from her breasts the ravishing eyes of Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men say to me that sleep hath many dreams, <br>Yet I knew never but this dream alone: <br>There, from a dried-up channel, once the stream's, <br>The glen slopes up; even such in sleep it seems <br>As to my waking sight the place well known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love I call her, and she loves me well: <br>But I love her as in the maelstrom's cup <br>The whirled stone loves the leaf inseparable <br>That clings to it round all the circling swell, <br>And that the same last eddy swallows up.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360797" data-title="The Orchard-Pit de Dante Gabriel Rossetti" data-description="The Orchard-Pit Piled deep below the screening apple-branch They lie with bitter apples in their hands: And some are only ancient bones that blanch, And some had ships that last year's wind did launch, And some were yesterday the lords of land..."></div> </div> </div>

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