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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392023" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Manus Animam Pinxit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lady who hold'st on me dominion!<br>Within your spirit's arms I stay me fast<br>Against the fell<br>Immitigate ravening of the gates of hell;<br>And claim my right in you, most hardly won,<br>Of chaste fidelity upon the chaste:<br>Hold me and hold by me, lest both should fall<br>(O in high escalade high companion!)<br>Even in the breach of Heaven's assaulted wall.<br>Like to a wind-sown sapling grow I from<br>The clift, Sweet, of your skyward-jetting soul, -<br>Shook by all gusts that sweep it, overcome<br>By all its clouds incumbent: O be true<br>To your soul, dearest, as my life to you!<br>For if that soil grow sterile, then the whole<br>Of me must shrivel, from the topmost shoot<br>Of climbing poesy, and my life, killed through,<br>Dry down and perish to the foodless root.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet Summer! unto you this swallow drew,<br>By secret instincts inappeasable,<br>That did direct him well,<br>Lured from his gelid North which wrought him wrong,<br>Wintered of sunning song; -<br>By happy instincts inappeasable,<br>Ah yes! that led him well,<br>Lured to the untried regions and the new<br>Climes of auspicious you;<br>To twitter there, and in his singing dwell.<br>But ah! if you, my Summer, should grow waste,<br>With grieving skies o'ercast,<br>For such migration my poor wing was strong<br>But once; it has no power to fare again<br>Forth o'er the heads of men,<br>Nor other Summers for its Sanctuary:<br>But from your mind's chilled sky<br>It needs must drop, and lie with stiffened wings<br>Among your soul's forlornest things;<br>A speck upon your memory, alack!<br>A dead fly in a dusty window-crack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O therefore you who are<br>What words, being to such mysteries<br>As raiment to the body is,<br>Should rather hide than tell;<br>Chaste and intelligential love:<br>Whose form is as a grove<br>Hushed with the cooing of an unseen dove;<br>Whose spirit to my touch thrills purer far<br>Than is the tingling of a silver bell;<br>Whose body other ladies well might bear<br>As soul,--yea, which it profanation were<br>For all but you to take as fleshly woof,<br>Being spirit truest proof;<br>Whose spirit sure is lineal to that<br>Which sang Magnificat:<br>Chastest, since such you are,<br>Take this curbed spirit of mine,<br>Which your own eyes invest with light divine,<br>For lofty love and high auxiliar<br>In daily exalt emprise<br>Which outsoars mortal eyes;<br>This soul which on your soul is laid,<br>As maid's breast against breast of maid;<br>Beholding how your own I have engraved<br>On it, and with what purging thoughts have laved<br>This love of mine from all mortality<br>Indeed the copy is a painful one,<br>And with long labour done!<br>O if you doubt the thing you are, lady,<br>Come then, and look in me;<br>Your beauty, Dian, dress and contemplate<br>Within a pool to Dian consecrate!<br>Unveil this spirit, lady, when you will,<br>For unto all but you 'tis veiled still:<br>Unveil, and fearless gaze there, you alone,<br>And if you love the image--'tis your own!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q>
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Within your spirit's arms I stay me fast
Against the fell
Immitigate ravening of the gates of hell;
And claim my right in you, most hardly won,
Of chaste fidelity upon the chaste:
Hold me and hold by me, lest both ..."></div>
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