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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392038" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The After Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daughter of the ancient Eve,<br>We know the gifts ye gave--and give.<br>Who knows the gifts which YOU shall give,<br>Daughter of the newer Eve?<br>You, if my soul be augur, you<br>Shall--O what shall you not, Sweet, do?<br>The celestial traitress play,<br>And all mankind to bliss betray;<br>With sacrosanct cajoleries<br>And starry treachery of your eyes,<br>Tempt us back to Paradise!<br>Make heavenly trespass;--ay, press in<br>Where faint the fledge-foot seraphin,<br>Blest Fool! Be ensign of our wars,<br>And shame us all to warriors!<br>Unbanner your bright locks,--advance<br>Girl, their gilded puissance,<br>I' the mystic vaward, and draw on<br>After the lovely gonfalon<br>Us to out-folly the excess<br>Of your sweet foolhardiness;<br>To adventure like intense<br>Assault against Omnipotence!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give me song, as She is, new,<br>Earth should turn in time thereto!<br>New, and new, and thrice so new,<br>All old sweets, New Sweet, meant you!<br>Fair, I had a dream of thee,<br>When my young heart beat prophecy,<br>And in apparition elate<br>Thy little breasts knew wax-ed great,<br>Sister of the Canticle,<br>And thee for God grown marriageable.<br>How my desire desired your day,<br>That, wheeled in rumour on its way,<br>Shook me thus with presentience! Then<br>Eden's lopped tree shall shoot again:<br>For who Christ's eyes shall miss, with those<br>Eyes for evident nuncios?<br>Or who be tardy to His call<br>In your accents augural?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who shall not feel the Heavens hid<br>Impend, at tremble of your lid,<br>And divine advent shine avowed<br>Under that dim and lucid cloud;<br>Yea, 'fore the silver apocalypse<br>Fail, at the unsealing of your lips?<br>When to love YOU is (O Christ's Spouse!)<br>To love the beauty of His house;<br>Then come the Isaian days; the old<br>Shall dream; and our young men behold<br>Vision--yea, the vision of Thabor mount,<br>Which none to other shall recount,<br>Because in all men's hearts shall be<br>The seeing and the prophecy.<br>For ended is the Mystery Play,<br>When Christ is life, and you the way;<br>When Egypt's spoils are Israel's right,<br>And Day fulfils the married arms of Night.<br>But here my lips are still.<br>Until<br>You and the hour shall be revealed,<br>This song is sung and sung not, and its words are sealed.</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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We know the gifts ye gave--and give.
Who knows the gifts which YOU shall give,
Daughter of the newer Eve?
You, if my soul be augur, you
Shall--O what shall you not, Sweet, do?
The celestial traitress play,
And all mank..."></div>
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