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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love-Trilogy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>SHE stood against the Orient sun,<br>Her face inscrutable for light;<br>A myriad larks in unison<br>Sang o'er her, soaring out of sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A myriad flowers around her feet<br>Burst flame-like from the yielding sod,<br>Till all the wandering airs were sweet<br>With incense mounting up to God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mighty rainbow shook, inclined<br>Towards her, from the Occident,<br>Girdling the cloud-wrack which enshrined<br>Half the light-bearing firmament.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lit showers flashed golden o'er the hills,<br>And trees flung silver to the breeze,<br>And, scattering diamonds, fleet-foot rills<br>Fled laughingly across the leas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea Love, the skylarks laud but thee,<br>And writ in flowers thine awful name;<br>Spring is thy shade, dread Ecstasy,<br>And life a brand which feeds thy flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>WINDING all my life about thee,<br>Let me lay my lips on thine;<br>What is all the world without thee,<br>Mine--oh mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me press my heart out on thee,<br>Crush it like a fiery vine,<br>Spilling sacramental on thee<br>Love's red wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let thy strong eyes yearning o'er me<br>Draw me with their force divine;<br>All my soul has gone before me<br>Clasping thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Irresistibly I follow,<br>As wherever we may run<br>Runs our shadow, as the swallow<br>Seeks the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, I tremble, swoon, surrender<br>All my spirit to thy sway,<br>As a star is drowned in splendour<br>Of the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III.<br>I CHARGE you, O winds of the West, O winds with the wings of the dove,<br>That ye blow o'er the brows of my Love, breathing low that I sicken for love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I charge you, O dews of the Dawn, O tears of the star of the morn,<br>That ye fall at the feet of my love with the sound of one weeping forlorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I charge you, O birds of the Air, O birds flying home to your nest,<br>That ye sing in his ears of the joy that for ever has fled from my breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I charge you, O flowers of the Earth, O frailest of things, and most fair,<br>That ye droop in his path as the life in me shrivels consumed by despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Moon, when he lifts up his face, when he seeth the waning of thee,<br>A memory of her who lies wan on the limits of life let it be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many tears cannot quench, nor my sighs extinguish, the flames of love's fire,<br>Which lifteth my heart like a wave, and smites it, and breaks its desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I rise like one in a dream when I see the red sun flaring low,<br>That drags me back shuddering from sleep each morning to life with its woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I go like one in a dream, unbidden my feet know the way<br>To that garden where love stood in blossom with the red and white hawthorn of May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The song of the throstle is hushed, and the fountain is dry to its core,<br>The moon cometh up as of old; she seeks, but she finds him no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pale-faced, pitiful moon shines down on the grass where I weep,<br>My face to the earth, and my breast in an anguish ne'er soothed into sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon returns, and the spring, birds warble, trees burst into leaf,<br>But Love once gone, goes for ever, and all that endures is the grief.</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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SHE stood against the Orient sun,
Her face inscrutable for light;
A myriad larks in unison
Sang o'er her, soaring out of sight.

A myriad flowers around her feet
Burst flame-like from the yielding sod,
Till all the wandering airs were sweet
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