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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Emblems of Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONLY to be twin elements of joy <br>In this extravagance of Being, Love, <br>Were our divided natures shaped in twain; <br>And to this hour the whole world must consent. <br>Is it not very marvellous, our lives <br>Can only come to this out of a long <br>Strange sundering, with the years of the world between us? <br> <br>He</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Shall life do more than God? for hath not God <br>Striven with himself, when into known delight <br>His unaccomplisht joy he would put forth,— <br>This mystery of a world sign of his striving? <br>Else wherefore this, a thing to break the mind <br>With labouring in the wonder of it, that here <br>Being—the world and we—is suffered to be!— <br>But, lying on thy breast one notable day, <br>Sudden exceeding agony of love <br>Made my mind a trance of infinite knowledge. <br>I was not: yet I saw the will of God <br>As light unfashion’d, unendurable flame, <br>Interminable, not to be supposed; <br>And there was no more creature except light,— <br>The dreadful burning of the lonely God’s <br>Unutter’d joy. And then, past telling, came <br>Shuddering and division in the light: <br>Therein, like trembling, was desire to know <br>Its own perfect beauty; and it became <br>A cloven fire, a double flaming, each <br>Adorable to each; against itself <br>Waging a burning love, which was the world;— <br>A moment satisfied in that love-strife <br>I knew the world!—And when I fell from there, <br>Then knew I also what this life would do <br>In being twin,—in being man and woman! <br>For it would do even as its endless Master, <br>Making the world, had done; yea, with itself <br>Would strive, and for the strife would into sex <br>Be cloven, double burning, made thereby <br>Desirable to itself. Contrivèd joy <br>Is sex in life; and by no other thing <br>Than by a perfect sundering, could life <br>Change the dark stream of unappointed joy <br>To perfect praise of itself, the glee that loves <br>And worships its own Being. This is ours! <br>Yet only for that we have been so long <br>Sundered desire: thence is our life all praise.— <br>But we, well knowing by our strength of joy <br>There is no sundering more, how far we love <br>From those sad lives that know a half-love only, <br>Alone thereby knowing themselves for ever <br>Sealed in division of love, and therefore made <br>To pour their strength always into their love’s <br>Fierceness, as green wood bleeds its hissing sap <br>Into red heat of a fire! Not so do we: <br>The cloven anger, life, hath left to wage <br>Its flame against itself, here turned to one <br>Self-adoration.—Ah, what comes of this? <br>The joy falters a moment, with closed wings <br>Wearying in its upward journey, ere <br>Again it goes on high, bearing its song, <br>Its delight breathing and its vigour beating <br>The highest height of the air above the world. <br> <br>She</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What hast thou done to me!—I would have soul, <br>Before I knew thee, Love, a captive held <br>By flesh. Now, inly delighted with desire, <br>My body knows itself to be nought else <br>But thy heart’s worship of me; and my soul <br>Therein is sunlight held by warm gold air. <br>Nay, all my body is become a song <br>Upon the breath of spirit, a love-song. <br> <br>He</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And mine is all like one rapt faculty, <br>As it were listening to the love in thee, <br>My whole mortality trembling to take <br>Thy body like heard singing of thy spirit. <br> <br>She</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Surely by this, Beloved, we must know <br>Our love is perfect here,—that not as holds <br>The common dullard thought, we are things lost <br>In an amazement that is all unware; <br>But wonderfully knowing what we are! <br>Lo, now that body is the song whereof <br>Spirit is mood, knoweth not our delight? <br>Knoweth not beautifully now our love, <br>That Life, here to this festival bid come <br>Clad in his splendour of worldly day and night, <br>Filled and empower’d by heavenly lust, is all <br>The glad imagination of the Spirit? <br> <br>He</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Were it not so, Love could not be at all: <br>Nought could be, but a yearning to fulfil <br>Desire of beauty, by vain reaching forth <br>Of sense to hold and understand the vision <br>Made by impassion’d body,—vision of thee! <br>But music mixt with music are, in love, <br>Bodily senses; and as flame hath light, <br>Spirit this nature hath imagined round it, <br>No way concealed therein, when love comes near, <br>Nor in the perfect wedding of desires <br>Suffering any hindrance. <br> <br>She</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah, but now, <br>Now am I given love’s eternal secret! <br>Yea, thou and I who speak, are but the joy <br>Of our for ever mated spirits; but now <br>The wisdom of my gladness even through Spirit <br>Looks, divinely elate. Who hath for joy <br>Our Spirits? Who hath imagined them <br>Round him in fashion’d radiance of desire, <br>As into light of these exulting bodies <br>Flaming Spirit is uttered? <br> <br>He</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yea, here the end <br>Of love’s astonishment! Now know we Spirit, <br>And Who, for ease of joy, contriveth Spirit. <br>Now all life’s loveliness and power we have <br>Dissolved in this one moment, and our burning <br>Carries all shining upward, till in us <br>Life is not life, but the desire of God, <br>Himself desiring and himself accepting. <br>Now what was prophecy in us is made <br>Fulfilment: we are the hour and we are the joy, <br>We in our marvellousness of single knowledge, <br>Of Spirit breaking down the room of fate <br>And drawing into his light the greeting fire <br>Of God,—God known in ecstasy of love <br>Wedding himself to utterance of himself</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lascelles+Abercrombie">Lascelles Abercrombie</a><div class=q>
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ONLY to be twin elements of joy 
In this extravagance of Being, Love, 
Were our divided natures shaped in twain; 
And to this hour the whole world must consent. 
Is it not very marvellous, our lives 
Can only come to this out of a long 
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