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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403101" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Night-Blooming Cereus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FLOWER of the moon!<br>Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago;<br>Yea, purer than pearls in deep seas, and more virgin than snow.<br>The dull years veil their eyes from her shining, and vanish afraid,<br>Nor profane her with age—the immortal, nor dim her with shade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is we are unworthy, we worldlings, to dwell in her ways;<br>We have broken her altars and silenced her voices of praise.<br>She hath hearkened to singing more silvern, seen raptures more bright;<br>To some planet more pure she hath fled on the wings of the night,—<br>Flower of the moon! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet she loveth the world that forsook her, for, lo! once a year<br>She, Diana, translucent, pale, scintillant, down from her sphere<br>Floateth earthward like star-laden music, to bloom in a flower,<br>And our hearts feel the spell of the goddess once more for an hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See! she sitteth in splendor nor knoweth desire nor decay, <br>And the night is a glory around her more bright than the day,<br>And her breath hath the sweetness of worlds where no sorrow is known;<br>And we long as we worship to follow her back to her own,—<br>Flower of the moon!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q>
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Still white is her brow whom we worshiped on earth long ago;
Yea, purer than pearls in deep seas, and more virgin than snow.
The dull years veil their eyes from her shining, and vanish afraid,
Nor profane her with age—the imm..."></div>
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