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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478359" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Constantia, Singing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die,<br>Perchance were death indeed!—Constantia, turn!<br>In thy dark eyes a power like light doth lie,<br>Even though the sounds which were thy voice, which burn<br>Between thy lips, are laid to sleep;<br>Within thy breath, and on thy hair, like odour, it is yet,<br>And from thy touch like fire doth leap.<br>Even while I write, my burning cheeks are wet.<br>Alas, that the torn heart can bleed, but not forget!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>A breathless awe, like the swift change<br>Unseen, but felt in youthful slumbers,<br>Wild, sweet, but uncommunicably strange,<br>Thou breathest now in fast ascending numbers.<br>The cope of heaven seems rent and cloven<br>By the enchantment of thy strain,<br>And on my shoulders wings are woven,<br>To follow its sublime career<br>Beyond the mighty moons that wane<br>Upon the verge of Nature's utmost sphere,<br>Till the world’s shadowy walls are past and disappear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Her voice is hovering o’er my soul—it lingers<br>O’ershadowing it with soft and lulling wings,<br>The blood and life within those snowy fingers<br>Teach witchcraft to the instrumental strings.<br>My brain is wild, my breath comes quick--<br>The blood is listening in my frame,<br>And thronging shadows, fast and thick,<br>Fall on my overflowing eyes;<br>My heart is quivering like a flame;<br>As morning dew, that in the sunbeam dies,<br>I am dissolved in these consuming ecstasies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>I have no life, Constantia, now, but thee,<br>Whilst, like the world-surrounding air, thy song<br>Flows on, and fills all things with melody.--<br>Now is thy voice a tempest swift and strong,<br>On which, like one in trance upborne,<br>Secure o'er rocks and waves I sweep,<br>Rejoicing like a cloud of morn.<br>Now 'tis the breath of summer night,<br>Which when the starry waters sleep,<br>Round western isles, with incense-blossoms bright,<br>Lingering, suspends my soul in its voluptuous flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die,
Perchance were death indeed!—Constantia, turn!
In thy dark eyes a power like light doth lie,
Even though the sounds which were thy voice, which burn
Between thy lips, are laid to sleep;
Within thy bre..."></div>
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