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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aileen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A splendid sun betwixt the trees <br>Long spikes of flame did shoot, <br>When turning to the fragrant South, <br>With longing eyes and burning mouth, <br>I stretched a hand athwart the drouth, <br>And plucked at cooling fruit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So thirst was quenched, and hastening on <br>With strength returned to me, <br>I set my face against the noon, <br>And reached a denser forest soon; <br>Which dipped into a still lagoon <br>Hard by the sooming sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All day the ocean beat on bar <br>And bank of gleaming sand; <br>Yet that lone pool was always mild, <br>It never moved when waves were wild, <br>But slumbered, like a quiet child, <br>Upon the lap of land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I rested on the brink, <br>Amongst the fallen flowers, <br>I lay in calm; no leaves were stirred <br>By breath of wind, or wing of bird; <br>It was so still, you might have heard <br>The footfalls of the hours. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faint slumbrous scents of roses filled <br>The air which covered me: <br>My words were low -- &quot;she loved them so, <br>In Eden vales such odours blow: <br>How strange it is that roses grow <br>So near the shores of Sea!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sweeter fragrance never came <br>Across the Fields of Yore! <br>And when I said -- &quot;we here would dwell,&quot; -- <br>A low voice on the silence fell -- <br>&quot;Ah! if you loved the roses well, <br>You loved Aileen the more.&quot; &quot;Ay, that I did, and now would turn, <br>And fall and worship her! <br>But Oh, you dwell so far -- so high! <br>One cannot reach, though he may try, <br>The Morning land, and Jasper sky -- <br>The balmy hills of Myrrh. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Why vex me with delicious hints <br>Of fairest face, and rarest blooms; <br>You Spirit of a darling Dream <br>Which links itself with every theme <br>And thought of mine by surf or stream, <br>In glens -- or caverned glooms?&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She said, &quot;thy wishes led me down, <br>From amaranthine bowers: <br>And since my face was haunting thee <br>With roses (dear which used to be), <br>They all have hither followed me, <br>The scents and shapes of flowers.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Then stay, mine own evangel, stay! <br>Or, going, take me too; <br>But let me sojourn by your side, <br>If here we dwell or there abide, <br>It matters not!&quot; I madly cried -- <br>&quot;I only care for you.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, glittering Form that would not stay! -- <br>Oh, sudden, sighing breeze! <br>A fainting rainbow dropped below <br>Far gleaming peaks and walls of snow <br>And there, a weary way, I go, <br>Towards the Sunrise seas. <br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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Long spikes of flame did shoot, 
When turning to the fragrant South, 
With longing eyes and burning mouth, 
I stretched a hand athwart the drouth, 
And plucked at cooling fruit. 

So thirst was quenched, and haste..."></div>
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