<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416654" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The South</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a princess in the South<br>About whose beauty rumors hum<br>Like honey-bees about the mouth<br>Of roses dewdrops falter from;<br>And O her hair is like the fine<br>Clear amber of a jostled wine<br>In tropic revels; and her eyes<br>Are blue as rifts of Paradise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such beauty as may none before<br>Kneel daringly, to kiss the tips<br>Of fingers such as knights of yore<br>Had died to lift against their lips:<br>Such eyes as might the eyes of gold<br>Of all the stars of night behold<br>With glittering envy, and so glare<br>In dazzling splendor of despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, were I but a minstrel, deft<br>At weaving, with the trembling strings<br>Of my glad harp, the warp and weft<br>Of rondels such as rapture sings,--<br>I'd loop my lyre across my breast,<br>Nor stay me till my knee found rest<br>In midnight banks of bud and flower<br>Beneath my lady's lattice-bower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there, drenched with the teary dews,<br>I'd woo her with such wondrous art<br>As well might stanch the songs that ooze<br>Out of the mockbird's breaking heart;<br>So light, so tender, and so sweet<br>Should be the words I would repeat,<br>Her casement, on my gradual sight,<br>Would blossom as a lily might.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416654" data-title="In The South de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="There is a princess in the South About whose beauty rumors hum Like honey-bees about the mouth Of roses dewdrops falter from; And O her hair is like the fine Clear amber of a jostled wine In tropic revels; and her eyes Are blue as rifts of Paradis..."></div> </div> </div>

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