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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Night In Babylon.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We whom to-night Love keeps awake<br>For his own joy, may one day break<br>Our fast in some Lethéan cave,<br>When we but a faint memory have,<br>Or none, of such dear nights as this.<br>Sweetheart! thy lips again to kiss,<br>Thy limbs to fold, though all ends thus<br>And time makes such poor wrecks of us,<br>Who feast to-night on Love's own food<br>As in a heavenly solitude,<br>And drink his wine, — this bliss of ours<br>Which makes our bodies bloom like flowers,<br>In whose quick scents our souls escape<br>We know not where — each wingéd shape<br>That haply shall elude the curse<br>When we have lost the universe<br>In this night's Babylonian heart —<br>Have then lost all that may impart<br>Life to the dead, the lust of that<br>On which the purple heart grows fat,<br>And thrills to prove that it can be<br>The bourne of its own ecstasy<br>Within a paradise whose skies<br>Have never known the sun to rise<br>Nor all the moony rapture wane!<br>Clasp me, Sweetheart! and kiss again<br>Until we have so drunk the light<br>Of this delirious sweet night<br>Our souls may nevermore be dry,<br>Though death our bodies may deny<br>The power to appease that thirst<br>Which Love's heat raised within us first<br>Ere he had taught our lips and eyes<br>The purport of his paradise,<br>And made the trembling senses take<br>The night for day, and keep awake<br>With all the strange delights that are<br>Under our Babylonian star<br>That came from chaos, it may be,<br>To guard our first night's mystery,<br>And let his cloak of glory lie<br>Over us, dear, who would not die.<br>Ah, Sweetheart! if all comes to this,<br>And we must lose the sum of bliss<br>(When we lie by the Lethéan wave<br>And know that nothing Love can save)<br>We may forget ourselves, and be<br>Content with Death's tranquillity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Crawford">Robert Crawford</a><div class=q>
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For his own joy, may one day break
Our fast in some Lethéan cave,
When we but a faint memory have,
Or none, of such dear nights as this.
Sweetheart! thy lips again to kiss,
Thy limbs to fold, though all ends thus..."></div>
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