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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408070" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First Embrace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to me, grief, on my bosom press,<br>Lest it should burst with joy’s excess:<br>Heaven, with disaster, hell, with your pains,<br>Calm its commotion. For here awhile<br> She has lain. Strike, foes!<br>Your shafts but soothe, when they pierce the veins<br> Of a breast that lows<br>With the bliss of her thrill and her smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sorrow and trouble have died away<br>Here, where her face in its loveliness lay. <br>Drowned she these in the deep of her eye?<br>Or sucked she their venom? I seemed to mark,<br> On her smiling lips,<br>How a tremulous shadow of pain passed by:<br> And the blue grew dark,<br>As her eyes’ light found eclipse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Innocent bride, thou hast joined afresh<br>Soul with earth, and with God the flesh.<br>When on my breast, as pure and bright<br>As a saint’s white robe, thy perfect brow<br> Gently was lain,<br>Guilt with its tear-steins vanished quite,<br> And my mind is now<br>Like a cleansed and lighted fane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart reflected an inward grace<br>From the sinless blush of thy maiden face:<br>To the waft of celestial wings was changed<br>The tress that wavered over me;<br> And, O joy, my soul,<br>Demoniac once, from heaven estranged,<br> Is, thanks to thee,<br>Darling, restored and whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel, where thy loving lips have pressed,<br>A glory shining within my breast,<br>And O, the paeans of love that burst,<br>At the touch of thy passionless, drowsy kiss.<br> I was fired and manned, -<br>While my fancy drank with a burning thirst<br> All the sweet of this<br>By a tender angel’s hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, while you lay by my beating heart,<br>What burgeoning blossoms seemed to start!<br>Blossoms that lived, and dreamed, and thought.<br>Almond or apple ws never so gay;<br> So rich a stream<br>Of the sun’s blood never the roses caught.<br> My soul its clay <br>Left in a blissful dram.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cold, dark spirit, hold thee apart,<br>Or blend with the blood that stirs my heart;<br>Let it flow supreme in its pulses still,<br>Let nerves aquiver their passion prove,<br> And in ecstasy<br>Hark to the breast’s tense chords athrill,<br> Where, tranced in love,<br>She late at rest did lie</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henrik+Wergeland">Henrik Wergeland</a><div class=q>
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Heaven, with disaster, hell, with your pains,
Calm its commotion. For here awhile
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Your shafts but soothe, when they pierce the veins
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