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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420924" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thorgerda</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LO, what a golden day it is! <br> The glad sun rives the sapphire deeps <br>Down to the dim pearl-floor’d abyss <br> Where, cold in death, my lover sleeps; <br> <br>Crowns with soft fire his sea-drench’d hair, <br> Kisses with gold his lips death-pale, <br>Lets down from heaven a golden stair, <br> Whose steps methinks his soul doth scale. <br> <br>This is my treasure. White and sweet, <br> He lies beneath my ardent eyne, <br>With heart that nevermore shall beat, <br> Nor lips press softly against mine. <br> <br>How like a dream it seems to me, <br> The time when hand in hand we went <br>By hill and valley, I and he, <br> Lost in a trance of ravishment! <br> <br>I and my lover here that lies <br> And sleeps the everlasting sleep, <br>We walk’d whilere in Paradise; <br> (Can it be true?) Our souls drank deep <br> <br>Together of Love’s wonder-wine: <br> We saw the golden days go by, <br>Unheeding, for we were divine; <br> Love had advanced us to the sky. <br> <br>And of that time no traces bin,<br> Save the still shape that once did hold <br>My lover’s soul, that shone therein, <br> As wine laughs in a vase of gold. <br> <br>Cold, cold he lies, and answers not <br> Unto my speech; his mouth is cold <br>Whose kiss to mine was sweet and hot <br> As sunshine to a marigold. <br> <br>And yet his pallid lips I press; <br> I fold his neck in my embrace; <br>I rain down kisses none the less<br> Upon his unresponsive face: <br> <br>I call on him with all the fair <br> Flower-names that blossom out of love; <br>I knit sea-jewels in his hair; <br> I weave fair coronals above <br> <br>The cold, sweet silver of his brow: <br> For this is all of him I have; <br>Nor any Future more than now <br> Shall give me back what Love once gave. <br> <br>For from Death’s gate our lives divide; <br> His was the Galilean’s faith: <br>With those that serve the Crucified, <br> He shar’d the chance of Life and Death. <br> <br>And so my eyes shall never light <br> Upon his star-soft eyes again; <br>Nor ever in the day or night, <br> By hill or valley, wood or plain, <br> <br>Our hands shall meet afresh. His voice <br> Shall never with its silver tone <br>The sadness of my soul rejoice,<br> Nor his breast throb against my own. <br> <br>His sight shall never unto me <br> Return whilst heaven and earth remain: <br>Though Time blend with Eternity, <br> Our lives shall never meet again,— <br> <br>Never by gray or purple sea, <br> Never again in heavens of blue, <br>Never in this old earth—ah me! <br> Never, ah never! in the new. <br> <br>For me, he treads the windless ways <br> Among the thick star-diamonds, <br>Where in the middle æther blaze <br> The Golden City’s pearl gate-fronds; <br> <br>Sitteth, palm-crown’d and silver-shod, <br> Where in strange dwellings of the skies <br>The Christians to their Woman-God <br> Cease nevermore from psalmodies. <br> <br>And I, I wait, with haggard eyes <br> And face grown awful for desire, <br>The coming of that fierce day’s rise <br> When from the cities of the fire <br> <br>The Wolf shall come with blazing crest, <br> And many a giant arm’d for war; <br>When from the sanguine-streaming West, <br> Hell-flaming, speedeth Naglfar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Howard+Payne">John Howard Payne</a><div class=q>
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 The glad sun rives the sapphire deeps 
Down to the dim pearl-floor’d abyss 
 Where, cold in death, my lover sleeps; 
 
Crowns with soft fire his sea-drench’d hair, 
 Kisses with gold his lips death-pale, 
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