<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386603" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The king's consort</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, was it yesternoon, or years agone, <br> You took in yours my hands, <br>And placed me close beside you on the throne <br> Of Oriental lands? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The truant hour came back at dawn to-day, <br> Across the hemispheres, <br>And bade my sleeping soul retrace its way <br> These many hundred years. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all my wild young life returned, and ceased <br> The years that lie between, <br>When you were King of Egypt, and The East, <br> And I was Egypt's queen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel again the lengths of silken gossamer enfold <br>My body and my limbs in robes of emerald and gold. <br>I feel the heavy sunshine, and the weight of languid heat <br>That crowned the day you laid the royal jewels at my feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You wound my throat with jacinths, green and glist'ning serpent-wise, <br>My hot, dark throat that pulsed beneath the ardour of your eyes; <br>And centuries have failed to cool the memory of your hands <br>That bound about my arms those massive, pliant golden bands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You wreathed around my wrists long ropes of coral and of jade, <br>And beaten gold that clung like coils of kisses love-inlaid; <br>About my naked ankles tawny topaz chains you wound, <br>With clasps of carven onyx, ruby-rimmed and golden bound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But not for me the Royal Pearls to bind about my hair,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</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=386603" data-title="The king's consort de Emily Pauline Johnson" data-description="I Love, was it yesternoon, or years agone, You took in yours my hands, And placed me close beside you on the throne Of Oriental lands? The truant hour came back at dawn to-day, Across the hemispheres, And bade my sleeping soul retrace ..."></div> </div> </div>

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