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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love's Apparition and Evanishment: An Allegoric Romance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a lone Arab, old and blind, <br> Some caravan had left behind,<br> Who sits beside a ruin'd well,<br> Where the shy sand-asps bask and swell;<br> And now he hangs his ag{'e}d head aslant,<br> And listens for a human sound--in vain!<br> And now the aid, which Heaven alone can grant,<br> Upturns his eyeless face from Heaven to gain;--<br> Even thus, in vacant mood, one sultry hour,<br> Resting my eye upon a drooping plant,<br> With brow low-bent, within my garden-bower,<br> I sate upon the couch of camomile;<br> And--whether 'twas a transient sleep, perchance,<br> Flitted across the idle brain, the while<br> I watch'd the sickly calm with aimless scope,<br> In my own heart; or that, indeed a trance,<br> Turn'd my eye inward--thee, O genial Hope,<br> Love's elder sister! thee did I behold<br> Drest as a bridesmaid, but all pale and cold,<br> With roseless cheek, all pale and cold and dim,<br> Lie lifeless at my feet!<br> And then came Love, a sylph in bridal trim,<br> And stood beside my seat;<br> She bent, and kiss'd her sister's lips,<br> As she was wont to do;--<br> Alas! 'twas but a chilling breath<br> Woke just enough of life in death<br> To make Hope die anew.</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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