<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461386" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tamara</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where waves of the Terek are waltzing<br>In Dariel's wickedest pass,<br>There rises from bleakest of storm crags<br>An ancient grey towering mass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this tower by mad winds assaulted,<br>Sat ever Tamara, the Queen--<br>A heavenly angel of beauty,<br>With a spirit of hell's own demesne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the mist of the night her gold fires<br>Gleamed down through the valley below,<br>A welcome they threw to the pilgrim,<br>In their streaming and beckoning glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How clear rang the voice of Tamara!<br>How amorous did it invite!<br>The heart of the stranger enticing,<br>Seducing with magic delight!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The warrior was snared by her singing,<br>Nor noble, nor herd could withstand--<br>Then noiseless her portal was opened<br>By eunuchs of shadowy hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With pearls rare adorned and strange jewels,<br>Reposed on a billowy nest,<br>A prey to voluptuous longing,<br>Tamara awaited her guest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With passioned and thrilling embracement,<br>With straining of breast unto breast,<br>With sighing and trembling and transport--<br>In lust's unrestrained, giddy zest--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So revelled 'mid desolate ruins,<br>Of Lovers,--past counting at least!<br>In their bridal night's wild distraction,<br>And in truth at their own death feast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when from the peaks of the mountains<br>The sun tore the night's veiling soft,<br>There reigned anew only the silence<br>On turret and casement aloft.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And only the Terek bewailing<br>With fury broke in on the hush,<br>As dashing her billows on billows<br>Her writhing floods onward did rush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A youth's form her currents are bearing,<br>Ah vainly they murmur and swell!<br>A woman, a pale and a fair one--<br>Cries down from her tower 'Farewell!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her voice has the sound of faint weeping,<br>So amorous, tender and sweet--<br>As if she in love's holy rapture<br>Did promise of meeting repeat!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mikhail+Yuryevich+Lermontov">Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov</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=461386" data-title="Tamara de Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov" data-description="Where waves of the Terek are waltzing In Dariel's wickedest pass, There rises from bleakest of storm crags An ancient grey towering mass. In this tower by mad winds assaulted, Sat ever Tamara, the Queen-- A heavenly angel of beauty, With a spirit..."></div> </div> </div>

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