<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rape Of The Mist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">High o’er the clouds a Sunbeam shone, <br> And far down under him, <br>With a subtle grace that was all her own, <br> The Mist gleamed, fair and dim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked at her with burning eyes<br> And longed to fall at her feet; <br>Of all sweet things there under the skies, <br> He thought her the thing most sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had wooed oft, as a Sunbeam may, <br> Wave, and blossom, and flower; <br>But never before had he felt the sway<br> Of a great love’s mighty power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tall cloud-mountains and vast space-seas, <br> Wind, and tempest, and fire –<br>What obstacles such as these<br> To a heart that is filled with desire? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Boldly he trod over cloud and star, <br> Boldly he swam through space, <br>She caught the glow of his eyes afar<br> And veiled her delicate face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was so strong and he was so bright, <br> And his breath was a breath of flame; <br>The Mist grew pale with a vague, strange fright, <br> As fond, yet fierce, he came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close to his heart she was clasped and kissed; <br> She swooned in love’s alarms, <br>And dead lay the beautiful pale-faced Mist<br> In the Sunbeam’s passionate arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</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=384670" data-title="The Rape Of The Mist de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="High o’er the clouds a Sunbeam shone, And far down under him, With a subtle grace that was all her own, The Mist gleamed, fair and dim. He looked at her with burning eyes And longed to fall at her feet; Of all sweet things there under th..."></div> </div> </div>

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