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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373462" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lover To His Lass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crown her with stars, this angel of our planet,<br>Cover her with morning, this thing of pure delight,<br>Mantle her with midnight till a mortal cannot<br>See her for the garments of the light and the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How far I wandered, worlds away and far away,<br>Heard a voice but knew it not in the clear cold,<br>Many a wide circle and many a wan star away,<br>Dwelling in the chambers where the worlds were growing old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saw them growing old and heard them falling<br>Like ripe fruit when a tree is in the wind;<br>Saw the seraphs gather them, their clarion voices calling<br>In rounds of cheering labour till the orchard floor was thinned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saw a whole universe turn to its setting,<br>Old and cold and weary, gray and cold as death,<br>But before mine eyes were veiled in forgetting,<br>Something always caught my soul and held its breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caught it up and held it, now I know the reason;<br>Governed it and soothed it, now I know why;<br>Nurtured it and trained it and kept it for the season<br>When new worlds should blossom in the springtime sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How have they blossomed, see the sky is like a garden!<br>Ah! how fresh the worlds look hanging on the slope!<br>Pluck one and wear it, Love, and ask the Gardener's pardon,<br>Pluck out the Pleiads like a spray of heliotrope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See Aldebaran like a red rose clamber,<br>See brave Betelgeux pranked with poppy light;<br>This young earth must float in floods of amber<br>Glowing with a crocus flame in the dells of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O you cannot cheat the soul of an inborn ambition,<br>'Tis a naked viewless thing living in its thought,<br>But it mounts through errors and by valleys of contrition<br>Till it conquers destiny and finds the thing it sought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crown her with stars, this angel of our planet,<br>Cover her with morning, this thing of pure delight,<br>Mantle her with midnight till a mortal cannot<br>See her for the garments of the light and the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Duncan+Campbell+Scott">Duncan Campbell Scott</a><div class=q>
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