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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XXXVIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">First time he kissed me, he but only kissed<br>The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;<br>And ever since, it grew more clean and white,<br>Slow to world-greetings, quick with its ' Oh, list,'<br>When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst<br>I could not wear here, plainer to my sight,<br>Than that first kiss. The second passed in height<br>The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,<br>Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed !<br>That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown,<br>With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.<br>The third upon my lips was folded down<br>In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,<br>I have been proud and said, ' My love, my own.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a><div class=q>
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And ever since, it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its ' Oh, list,'
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
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