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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518813" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Absence.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain<br> Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine apart.<br>O Love! O Love! across the gray-waved main<br> To thee-ward strain my eyes, my arms, my heart.<br>I ask my God if e'en in His sweet place,<br> Where, by one waving of a wistful wing,<br>My soul could straightway tremble face to face<br> With thee, with thee, across the stellar ring --<br>Yea, where thine absence I could ne'er bewail<br> Longer than lasts that little blank of bliss<br>When lips draw back, with recent pressure pale,<br> To round and redden for another kiss --<br> Would not my lonesome heart still sigh for thee<br> What time the drear kiss-intervals must be?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So do the mottled formulas of Sense<br> Glide snakewise through our dreams of Aftertime;<br>So errors breed in reeds and grasses dense<br> That bank our singing rivulets of rhyme.<br>By Sense rule Space and Time; but in God's Land<br> Their intervals are not, save such as lie<br>Betwixt successive tones in concords bland<br> Whose loving distance makes the harmony.<br>Ah, there shall never come 'twixt me and thee<br> Gross dissonances of the mile, the year;<br>But in the multichords of ecstasy<br> Our souls shall mingle, yet be featured clear,<br> And absence, wrought to intervals divine,<br> Shall part, yet link, thy nature's tone and mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look down the shining peaks of all my days<br> Base-hidden in the valleys of deep night,<br>So shalt thou see the heights and depths of praise<br> My love would render unto love's delight;<br>For I would make each day an Alp sublime<br> Of passionate snow, white-hot yet icy-clear,<br>-- One crystal of the true-loves of all time<br> Spiring the world's prismatic atmosphere;<br>And I would make each night an awful vale<br> Deep as thy soul, obscure as modesty,<br>With every star in heaven trembling pale<br> O'er sweet profounds where only Love can see.<br> Oh, runs not thus the lesson thou hast taught? --<br> When life's all love, 'tis life: aught else, 'tis naught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let no man say, `He at his lady's feet<br> Lays worship that to Heaven alone belongs;<br>Yea, swings the incense that for God is meet<br> In flippant censers of light lover's songs.'<br>Who says it, knows not God, nor love, nor thee;<br> For love is large as is yon heavenly dome:<br>In love's great blue, each passion is full free<br> To fly his favorite flight and build his home.<br>Did e'er a lark with skyward-pointing beak<br> Stab by mischance a level-flying dove?<br>Wife-love flies level, his dear mate to seek:<br> God-love darts straight into the skies above.<br> Crossing, the windage of each other's wings<br> But speeds them both upon their journeyings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a><div class=q>
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The storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain
 Hath blown my half o' the wreck from thine apart.
O Love! O Love! across the gray-waved main
 To thee-ward strain my eyes, my arms, my heart.
I ask my God if e'en in His sweet place,
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