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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spectral Lovers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By night they haunted a thicket of April mist, <br>Out of that black ground suddenly come to birth, <br>Else angels lost in each other and fallen on earth. <br>Lovers they knew they were, but why unclasped, unkissed? <br>Why should two lovers be frozen apart in fear? <br>And yet they were, they were. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Over the shredding of an April blossom <br>Scarcely her fingers touched him, quick with care, <br>Yet of evasions even she made a snare. <br>The heart was bold that clanged within her bosom, <br>The moment perfect, the time stopped for them, <br>Still her face turned from him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Strong were the batteries of the April night <br>And the stealthy emanations of the field; <br>Should the walls of her prison undefended yield <br>And open her treasure to the first clamorous knight? <br>“This is the mad moon, and shall I surrender all? <br>If he but ask it I shall.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And gesturing largely to the moon of Easter, <br>Mincing his steps and swishing the jubilant grass, <br>Beheading some field-flowers that had come to pass, <br>He had reduced his tributaries faster <br>Had not considerations pinched his heart <br>Unfitly for his art. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“Do I reel with the sap of April like a drunkard? <br>Blessed is he that taketh this richest of cities; <br>But it is so stainless the sack were a thousand pities. <br>This is that marble fortress not to be conquered, <br>Lest its white peace in the black flame turn to tinder <br>And an unutterable cinder.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They passed me once in April, in the mist. <br>No other season is it when one walks and discovers <br>Two tall and wandering, like spectral lovers, <br>White in the season’s moon-gold and amethyst, <br>‘Who touch quick fingers fluttering like a bird <br>Whose songs shall never be heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Crowe+Ransom">John Crowe Ransom</a><div class=q>
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Out of that black ground suddenly come to birth, 
Else angels lost in each other and fallen on earth. 
Lovers they knew they were, but why unclasped, unkissed? 
Why should two lovers be frozen apart ..."></div>
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