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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Lovers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their eyes met; flashed an instant like swift swords <br>That leapt unparring to each other's heart, <br>Jarring convulsion through the inmost chords; <br>Then fell, for they had fully done their part. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She, in the manner of her folk unveiled, <br>Might have been veiled for all he saw of her; <br>Those sudden eyes, from which he reeled and quailed; <br>The old life dead, no new life yet astir. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His good steed bore him onward slow and proud: <br>And through the open lattice still she leant; <br>Pale, still, though whirled in a black rushing cloud, <br>As if on her fair flowers and dreams intent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Days passed, and he passed timid, furtive, slow: <br>Nights came, and he came motionless and mute, <br>A steadfast sentinel till morning-glow, <br>Though blank her window, dumb her voice and lute. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She loved: the Cross stretched rigid arms to scare <br>Her soul from the perdition of that love; <br>She saw Christ's wounds bleed when she knelt in prayer, <br>And frown abhorrent all the saints above. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loved: the Crescent hung with sharp cold gleam, <br>A scimitar to cleave such love in twain; <br>The Prophet menaced in his waking dream, <br>Livid and swoln with wrath that great brow-vein. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each sternly true to the immortal soul, <br>Crushed down the passion of the mortal heart; <br>Which bled away beneath the iron control, <br>But inwardly: they die; none sees the smart. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus long months went, until his time came round <br>To leave that city terrible and dear; <br>To go afar on soulless business bound, <br>Perchance for absence of a whole dead year. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No word: but as she knelt to pray one night, <br>What was that silk thing pendant from the Cross? <br>Half of a talisman of chrysolite: <br>Farewell! Full triumph stunned like fatal loss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sacred jewel-charm of sovereign power <br>'Gainst demons haunting soul and sense and brain, <br>'Gainst madness: had it not until that hour <br>Despite love's impious frenzy kept him sane? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now let her look forth boldly day by day; <br>He will not come to wound her with his eyes; <br>Now at the open lattice darkling stay, <br>Only the stars are watching from the skies; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now with clear spirit let her sing and pray; <br>No human presence clouds her Lord's full light: <br>Now let her weep and moan and waste away, <br>With broken heart a-bleeding day and night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thin as a spectre, haggard, taciturn, <br>He reached his native city; there did all <br>He had to do: indifferent yet stern, <br>As one whose task must end ere evening-fall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sank, and knew that Azrael was near: <br>The hard dull rage of impotent remorse <br>Burned into passion that consumed old fear: <br>He loathed his unlived life, his unspent force. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Must we be sundered, then, beyond the grave, <br>By that which here has sundered us? Not so! <br>I can be lost with her I cannot save, <br>And with these Christian dogs to deep Hell go.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A priest baptized the sinking renegade, <br>A priest assured him of the Heaven he spurned; <br>His wealth for many a mass thereafter paid; <br>And many a Moslem his example turned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A friend had sworn to do his last behest; <br>To be his swift and faithful messenger: <br>His own half talisman from his true breast <br>Would seal the truth of all things told to her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The funeral over, while the stars yet shone <br>Though pale in the new dawn, this friend forth-spurred: <br>Brief rests, long stages, hurried fiercely on; <br>Hating the errand, loyal to his word. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twenty days' travel done in thrice three days, <br>He reached her city, found her mansion there; <br>A crowd before it busy with amaze, <br>Cries from within it wounding the sweet air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was no more since that day's sun had set; <br>But wonder outran grief; for ere she died <br>Infinite yearning, fathomless regret, <br>Flooded her soul and drowned its faith and pride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Shall I be happy with the saints above, <br>While he is burning in the paynim Hell? <br>Here I have cheated him of all my love, <br>But there with him I can for ever dwell.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So she renounced the Cross and threefold God, <br>And died in Islam; whence the bruit was great. <br>Silent the friend his backward journey trod, <br>Silent, and shrouded with the sense of Fate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus in the very hour supreme of death <br>These two great hearts first dared live perfect life; go <br>Drew inspiration with their failing breath, <br>Snatched victory as they sank down slain in strife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus Fate mocked them, who when life was sweet <br>Had kept apart, both famished to the core; <br>Let them draw near and in the death-point meet, <br>But to diverge for ever, evermore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet both died happy in self-sacrifice; <br>A dolorous happiness, yet true and deep: <br>And Gods and Fate and Hell and Paradise <br>Perchance are one to their eternal sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor human hearts, that yearn beyond the tomb, <br>Wherein you all must moulder into dust! <br>What has the blank immitigable gloom <br>Of light or fervour to reward your trust? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Live out your whole free life while yet on earth; <br>Seize the quick Present, prize your one sure boon; <br>Though brief, each day a golden sun has birth; <br>Though dim, the night is gemmed with stars and moon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love out your cordial love, hate out your hate; <br>Be strong to grasp a foe, to clasp a friend: <br>Your wants true laws are; thirst and hunger sate: <br>Feel you have been yourselves when comes the end. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let the great gods, if they indeed exist, <br>Fight out their fight themselves; for they are strong: <br>How can we puny mortals e'er assist? <br>How judge the supra-mortal right and wrong? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if we made these gods, with all their strife, <br>And not they us: what frenzy equals this; <br>To starve, maim, poison, strangle our poor He, <br>For empty shadows of death's dark abyss? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This man and maiden claim a brother's tear, <br>Martyrs of sweet love, killed by bitter faith; <br>Defrauded by the Gods of glad life here, <br>And mocked by Doom in their heroic death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a><div class=q>
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Jarring convulsion through the inmost chords; 
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