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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>L'Envoi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art the goal for which my spirit longs; <br>As dove on dove, <br>Bound for one home, I send thee all my songs <br>With all my love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art the haven with fair harbour lights; <br>Safe locked in thee, <br>My heart would anchor after stormful nights <br>Alone at sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art the rest of which my life is fain, <br>The perfect peace; <br>Absorbed in thee the world, with all its pain <br>And toil, would cease. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art the heaven to which my soul would go! <br>O dearest eyes, <br>Lost in your light you would turn hell below <br>To Paradise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou all in all for which my heart-blood yearns! <br>Yea, near or far-- <br>Where the unfathomed ether throbs and burns <br>With star on star, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or where, enkindled by the fires of June, <br>The fresh earth glows, <br>Blushing beneath the mystical white moon <br>Through rose on rose-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thee, thee, I see, thee feel in all live things, <br>Beloved one; <br>In the first bird which tremulously sings <br>Ere peep of sun; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the last nestling orphaned in the hedge, <br>Rocked to and fro, <br>When dying summer shudders in the sedge, <br>And swallows go; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When roaring snows rush down the mountain-pass, <br>March floods with rills <br>Or April lightens through the living grass <br>In daffodils; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When poppied cornfields simmer in the heat <br>With tare and thistle, <br>And, like winged clouds above the mellow wheat, <br>The starlings whistle; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When stained with sunset the wide moorlands glare <br>In the wild weather, <br>And clouds with flaming craters smoke and flare <br>Red o'er red heather; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the bent moon, on frostbound midnights waking, <br>Leans to the snow <br>Like some world-mother whose deep heart is breaking <br>O'er human woe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the round sun rolls red into the ocean, <br>Till all the sea <br>Glows fluid gold, even so life's mazy motion <br>Is dyed with thee: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For as the wave-like years subside and roll, <br>O heart's desire, <br>Thy soul glows interfused within my soul, <br>A quenchless fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, thee I feel, all storms of life above, <br>Near though afar; <br>O thou my glorious morning star of love, <br>And evening star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mathilde+Blind">Mathilde Blind</a><div class=q>
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As dove on dove, 
Bound for one home, I send thee all my songs 
With all my love. 

Thou art the haven with fair harbour lights; 
Safe locked in thee, 
My heart would anchor after stormful nights 
Alon..."></div>
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