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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512776" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lewti, Or The Circassian Love-Chaunt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At midnight by the stream I roved,<br>To forget the form I loved.<br>Image of Lewti! from my mind<br>Depart; for Lewti is not kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam<br>And the shadow of a star<br>Heaved upon Tamaha's stream;<br>But the rock shone brighter far,<br>The rock half sheltered from my view<br>By pendent boughs of tressy yew.--<br>So shines my Lewti's forehead fair,<br>Gleaming through her sable hair,<br>Image of Lewti! from my mind<br>Depart; for Lewti is not kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a cloud of palest hue,<br>Onward to the moon it passed;<br>Still brighter and more bright it grew,<br>With floating colours not a few,<br>Till it reach'd the moon at last:<br>Then the cloud was wholly bright,<br>With a rich and amber light!<br>And so with many a hope I seek<br>And with such joy I find my Lewti;<br>And even so my pale wan cheek<br>Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty!<br>Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind,<br>If Lewti never will be kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little cloud-it floats away,<br>Away it goes; away so soon?<br>Alas! it has no power to stay:<br>Its hues are dim, its hues are grey--<br>Away it passes from the moon!<br>How mournfully it seems to fly,<br>Ever fading more and more,<br>To joyless regions of the sky--<br>And now 'tis whiter than before!<br>As white as my poor cheek will be,<br>When, Lewti! on my couch I lie,<br>A dying man for love of thee.<br>Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind--<br>And yet, thou didst not look unkind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a vapour in the sky,<br>Thin, and white, and very high;<br>I ne'er beheld so thin a cloud:<br>Perhaps the breezes that can fly<br>Now below and now above,<br>Have snatched aloft the lawny shroud<br>Of Lady fair--that died for love.<br>For maids, as well as youths, have perished<br>From fruitless love too fondly cherished.<br>Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind--<br>For Lewti never will be kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush! my heedless feet from under<br>Slip the crumbling banks for ever:<br>Like echoes to a distant thunder,<br>They plunge into the gentle river.<br>The river-swans have heard my tread,<br>And startle from their reedy bed.<br>O beauteous birds! methinks ye measure<br>Your movements to some heavenly tune!<br>O beauteous birds! 'tis such a pleasure<br>To see you move beneath the moon,<br>I would it were your true delight<br>To sleep by day and wake all night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know the place where Lewti lies<br>When silent night has closed her eyes:<br>It is a breezy jasmine-bower,<br>The nightingale sings o'er her head:<br>Voice of the Night! had I the power<br>That leafy labyrinth to thread,<br>And creep, like thee, with soundless tread,<br>I then might view her bosom white<br>Heaving lovely to my sight,<br>As these two swans together heave<br>On the gently-swelling wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! that she saw me in a dream,<br>And dreamt that I had died for care;<br>All pale and wasted I would seem<br>Yet fair withal, as spirits are!<br>I'd die indeed, if I might see<br>Her bosom heave, and heave for me!<br>Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind!<br>To-morrow Lewti may be kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Taylor+Coleridge">Samuel Taylor Coleridge</a><div class=q>
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To forget the form I loved.
Image of Lewti! from my mind
Depart; for Lewti is not kind.

The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam
And the shadow of a star
Heaved upon Tamaha's stream;
But the rock shone brighter fa..."></div>
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