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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396854" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shemselnihar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my lover! the night like a broad smooth wave <br>Bears us onward, and morn, a black rock, shines wet. <br>How I shuddered-I knew not that I was a slave, <br>Till I looked on thy face:- then I writhed in the net. <br>Then I felt like a thing caught by fire, that her star <br>Glowed dark on the bosom of Shemselnihar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he came, whose I am: O my lover! he came: <br>And his slave, still so envied of women, was I: <br>And I turned as a hissing leaf spits from the flame, <br>Yes, I shrivelled to dust from him, haggard and dry. <br>O forgive her:- she was but as dead lilies are: <br>The life of her heart fled from Shemselnihar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet with thee like a full throbbing rose how I bloom! <br>Like a rose by the fountain whose showering we hear, <br>As we lie, O my lover! in this rich gloom, <br>Smelling faint the cool breath of the lemon-groves near. <br>As we lie gazing out on that glowing great star - <br>Ah! dark on the bosom of Shemselnihar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet with thee am I not as an arm of the vine, <br>Firm to bind thee, to cherish thee, feed thee sweet? <br>Swear an oath on my lip to let none disentwine <br>The life that here fawns to give warmth to thy feet. <br>I on thine, thus! no more shall that jewelled Head jar <br>The music thou breathest on Shemselnihar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far away, far away, where the wandering scents <br>Of all flowers are sweetest, white mountains among, <br>There my kindred abide in their green and blue tents: <br>Bear me to them, my lover! they lost me so young. <br>Let us slip down the stream and leap steed till afar <br>None question thy claim upon Shemselnihar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O that long note the bulbul gave out-meaning love! <br>O my lover, hark to him and think it my voice! <br>The blue night like a great bell-flower from above <br>Drooping low and gold-eyed: O, but hear him rejoice! <br>Can it be? 'twas a flash! that accurst scimiter <br>In thought even cuts thee from Shemselnihar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, I would that, less generous, he would oppress, <br>He would chain me, upbraid me, burn deep brands for hate, <br>Than with this mask of freedom and gorgeousness <br>Bespangle my slavery, mock my strange fate. <br>Would, would, would, O my lover, he knew-dared debar <br>Thy coming, and earn curse of Shemselnihar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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Bears us onward, and morn, a black rock, shines wet. 
How I shuddered-I knew not that I was a slave, 
Till I looked on thy face:- then I writhed in the net. 
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