<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tryst</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I raised the veil, I loosed the bands,<br>I took the dead thing from its place.<br>Like a warm stream in frozen lands<br>My lips went wandering on her face,<br>My hands burnt in her hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She could not stay me, being dead;<br>Her body here was mine to hold.<br>What if her lips had lost their red?<br>To me they always tasted cold<br>With the cold words she said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did my breath run along her hair,<br>And free the pulse, and fire the brain,<br>My wild blood wake her wild blood there?<br>Here eyelids lifted wide again<br>In a blue, sudden stare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath my fierce, profane caress<br>The whole white length of body moved;<br>The drowsy bosom seemed to press<br>As if against a breast beloved,<br>Then fail for weariness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, not that anguish! Christ forbid<br>That I should raise such dead! I rose,<br>Stifled the mouth with lilies, hid<br>Those eyes, And drew the long hair close,<br>And shut the coffin lid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My cold brow on the cold wood laid,<br>Quiet and close to-night we lie.<br>No cruel words her lips have said.<br>I shall not take nor she deny.<br>The dead is with the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muriel+Stuart">Muriel Stuart</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=464743" data-title="The Tryst de Muriel Stuart" data-description="I raised the veil, I loosed the bands, I took the dead thing from its place. Like a warm stream in frozen lands My lips went wandering on her face, My hands burnt in her hands. She could not stay me, being dead; Her body here was mine to hold. Wh..."></div> </div> </div>

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