<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533749" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is the sunlight of the soul,<br>That, shining on the silken-tressèd head<br>Of her we love, around it seems to shed<br> A golden angel-aureole. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And all her ways seem sweeter ways<br>Than those of other women in that light:<br>She has no portion with the pallid night,<br> But is a part of all fair days. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Joy goes where she goes, and good dreams—<br>Her smile is tender as an old romance<br>Of Love that dies not, and her soft eye’s glance<br> Like sunshine set to music seems. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Queen of our fate is she, but crowned<br>With purple hearts-ease for her womanhood.<br>There is no place so poor where she has stood<br> But evermore is holy ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> An angel from the heaven above<br>Would not be fair to us as she is fair:<br>She holds us in a mesh of silken hair,<br> This one sweet woman whom we love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We pray thee, Love, our souls to steep<br>In dreams wherein thy myrtle flowereth;<br>So when the rose leaves shiver, feeling Death<br> Pass by, we may remain asleep: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Asleep, with poppies in our hands,<br>From all the world and all its cares apart—<br>Cheek close to cheek, heart beating against heart,<br> While through Life’s sandglass run the sands</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</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=533749" data-title="Love de Victor James Daley" data-description="Love is the sunlight of the soul, That, shining on the silken-tressèd head Of her we love, around it seems to shed A golden angel-aureole. And all her ways seem sweeter ways Than those of other women in that light: She has no portion with the..."></div> </div> </div>

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