<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On A Torso Of Cupid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PEACH trees and Judas trees, <br>Poppies and roses, <br>Purple anemones <br>In garden closes! <br>Lost in the limpid sky, <br>Shrills a gay lark on high; <br>Lost in the covert's hush, <br>Gurgles a wooing thrush. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look, where the ivy weaves, <br>Closely embracing, <br>Tendrils of clinging leaves <br>Round him enlacing, <br>With Nature's sacredness <br>Clothing the nakedness, <br>Clothing the marble of <br>This poor, dismembered love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gone are the hands whose skill <br>Aimed the light arrow, <br>Strong once to cure or kill, <br>Pierce to the marrow; <br>Gone are the lips whose kiss <br>Held hives of honeyed bliss; <br>Gone too the little feet, <br>Overfond, overfleet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O helpless god of old, <br>Maimed mid the tender <br>Blossoming white and gold <br>Of April splendour! <br>Shall we not make thy grave <br>Where the long grasses wave; <br>Hide thee, O headless god, <br>Deep in the daisied sod? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here thou mayst rest at last <br>After life's fever; <br>After love's fret is past <br>Rest thee for ever. <br>Nay, broken God of Love, <br>Still must thou bide above <br>While, left for woe or weal, <br>Thou has a heart to feel. <br>Villa Mattei.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456010" data-title="On A Torso Of Cupid de Mathilde Blind" data-description="PEACH trees and Judas trees, Poppies and roses, Purple anemones In garden closes! Lost in the limpid sky, Shrills a gay lark on high; Lost in the covert's hush, Gurgles a wooing thrush. Look, where the ivy weaves, Closely embracing, Ten..."></div> </div> </div>

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