<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532801" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wedding of the Rose and the Lotos</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wide Pacific waters <br>And the Atlantic meet.<br>With cries of joy they mingle, <br>In tides of love they greet. <br>Above the drowned ages <br>A wind of wooing blows: — <br>The red rose woos the lotos, <br>The lotos woos the rose . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lotos conquered Egypt. <br>The rose was loved in Rome. <br>Great India crowned the lotos: <br>(Britain the rose's home). <br>Old China crowned the lotos, <br>They crowned it in Japan. <br>But Christendom adored the rose <br>Ere Christendom began . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lotos speaks of slumber: <br>The rose is as a dart. <br>The lotos is Nirvana: <br>The rose is Mary's heart. <br>The rose is deathless, restless, <br>The splendor of our pain: <br>The flush and fire of labor <br>That builds, not all in vain. . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The genius of the lotos <br>Shall heal earth's too-much fret. <br>The rose, in blinding glory, <br>Shall waken Asia yet. <br>Hail to their loves, ye peoples! <br>Behold, a world-wind blows, <br>That aids the ivory lotos <br>To wed the red red rose!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</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=532801" data-title="The Wedding of the Rose and the Lotos de Vachel Lindsay" data-description="The wide Pacific waters And the Atlantic meet. With cries of joy they mingle, In tides of love they greet. Above the drowned ages A wind of wooing blows: — The red rose woos the lotos, The lotos woos the rose . . . The lotos conquered Eg..."></div> </div> </div>

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