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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vashti</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sometimes take you in my dreams to a far-off land I used to know,<br>Back in the ages long ago; a land of palms and languid streams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A land, by night, of jeweled skies, by day, of shores that glistened bright,<br>Within whose arms, outstretched and white, a sapphire sea lay crescent-wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where twilight fell like silver floss, where rose, the golden moon half-hid<br>Behind a shadowy pyramid; a land beneath the Southern Cross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there the days dreamed in their flight, each one a poem chanted through,<br>Which at its close was merged into the muted music of the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you were a princess in those days. And I — I was your serving lad.<br>But who ever served with heart so glad, or lived so for a word of praise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if that word you chanced to speak, how all my senses swayed and reeled,<br>Till low beside your feet I kneeled, with happiness o'erwrought and weak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, when your golden cup I bore, you deigned to lower your eyes to mine,<br>Eyes cold, yet fervid, like the wine, I knew not how to wish for more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I trembled at the thought to dare to gaze upon, to scrutinize<br>The deep-sea mystery of your eyes, the sun-lit splendor of your hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To let my timid glances rest upon you long enough to note<br>How fair and slender was your throat, how white the promise of your breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But though I did not dare to chance a lingering look, an open gaze<br>Upon your beauty's blinding rays, I ventured many a stolen glance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fancy, too, (but could not state what trick of mind the fancy caused)<br>At times your eyes upon me paused, and marked my figure lithe and straight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once when my eyes met yours it seemed that in<br>your cheek, despite your pride,<br>A flush arose and swiftly died; or was it something that I dreamed?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within your radiance like the star of morning, there I stood and served,<br>Close by, unheeded, unobserved. You were so near, and, yet, so far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! just to stretch my hand and touch the musky sandals on your feet!—<br>My breaking heart! of rapture sweet it never could have held so much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, beauty-haunted memory! Your face so proud, your eyes so calm,<br>Your body like a slim young palm, and sinuous as a willow tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caught up beneath your slender arms, and girdled 'round your supple waist,<br>A robe of curious silk that graced, but only scarce concealed your charms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A golden band about your head, a crimson jewel at your throat<br>Which, when the sunlight on it smote, turned to a living heart and bled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, oh, that mystic bleeding stone, that work of Nature's magic art,<br>Which mimicked so a wounded heart, could never bleed as did my own!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now after ages long and sad, in this stern land we meet anew;<br>No more a princess proud are you, and I — I am no serving lad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, dividing us, I meet a wider gulf than that which stood<br>Between a princess of the blood and him who served low at her feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Weldon+Johnson">James Weldon Johnson</a><div class=q>
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