<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521193" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love in Twilight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips <br>Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom <br>Like the carven prows of proud, far-triumphing ships -- <br>And the firelight wavers and changes about the room, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the three logs crackle and burn with a small still sound; <br>Half-blotting with dark the deeper dark of her hair, <br>Where she lies, head pillowed on arm, and one hand curved round <br>To shield the white face and neck from the faint thin glare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gently she breathes -- and the long limbs lie at ease, <br>And the rise and fall of the young, slim, virginal breast <br>Is as certain-sweet as the march of slow wind through trees, <br>Or the great soft passage of clouds in a sky at rest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kneel, and our arms enlace, and we kiss long, long. <br>I am drowned in her as in sleep. There is no more pain. <br>Only the rustle of flames like a broken song <br>That rings half-heard through the dusty halls of the brain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One shaking and fragile moment of ecstasy, <br>While the grey gloom flutters and beats like an owl above. <br>And I would not move or speak for the sea or the sky <br>Or the flame-bright wings of the miraculous Dove!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Vincent+Benet">Stephen Vincent Benet</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521193" data-title="Love in Twilight de Stephen Vincent Benet" data-description="There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom Like the carven prows of proud, far-triumphing ships -- And the firelight wavers and changes about the room, As the three lo..."></div> </div> </div>

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