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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396000" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of Gracia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SPRING</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the street, across the grass,<br>Across my life I watch her pass.<br>No pure star on a dusky height<br>Hath eyes more bright,<br>No lily on her emerald bed<br>A statelier head,<br>No dewdrop on the beaded thorn<br>More radiantly doth glow apart!<br>O, she doth shine all these to scorn<br>Fair are they all—star, flower, and dew;<br>She is the green bud breaking thro’<br>The winter of my heart.<br>Two violets, seeking Paradise,<br>Have hid themselves within her eyes.<br>Her lips are roses. She doth wear<br>A sunbeam woven in her hair.<br>And of the foam-flake of the sea<br>Her cheek and neck and bosom be. <br>And like a reed the low wind sways<br>Her slender figure glides along,<br>Serenely tall and fairy sweet<br>In this, the springtide of her days.<br>And O, to make my life a song<br>And lay it at her feet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SUMMER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the world recedes. Time, Space, are fleeting.<br>All things but thee, O Love, have ceased to be.<br>Here where thy heart against my heart is beating,<br>And like a charm thy white arms compass me;<br>And on thy blue-veined breasts my head is lying,<br>And all about my face is blown thy hair.<br>Here let Love speak his full heart in sweet sighing,<br>For speech were powerless now to voice his prayer.<br>Softly thy breath, like scent of violets blowing,<br>Steals o’er my cheek with slow, delicious pain.<br>Drink whilst thou canst the goblet crowned and flowing,<br>For hours like these will never come again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>AUTUMN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no bud of Spring about this forest,<br>And in our hearts, too, are the autumn leaves.<br>Where are the wings, O Love, on which thou soarest?<br>Meeter art thou to toil and bind the sheaves. <br>But there is mellower light upon our faces,<br>Thro’ all our veins the steadier currents flow<br>The statelier charms remain and friendly graces,<br>Tho’ dull and fitful wanes love’s lava-glow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WINTER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The slow bell tolls across the square:<br>She doth not hear its rise and swell.<br>The frosts of age have silvered there<br>The clusters of her sun-gold hair:<br>She sleepeth well. <br>Strange city echoes here are sent<br>Of reckless strife for prize and place,<br>Of hearts with warring passions rent,<br>But Death’s ineffable content<br>Is on her face— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A touch, a joy, a something there<br>That for my sake hath never shone;<br>Too well I deem in my despair<br>Her fairest dream I may not share,<br>And she is gone </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond these days of care and ruth<br>To those fair stars which poets sing,<br>Where grows the tree of fadeless Truth<br>In gardens of Immortal Youth,<br>Eternal Spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q>
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Across the street, across the grass,
Across my life I watch her pass.
No pure star on a dusky height
Hath eyes more bright,
No lily on her emerald bed
A statelier head,
No dewdrop on the beaded thorn
More radiantly doth glow apart!
O, she ..."></div>
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