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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536295" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Chaunt In Praise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many hymns have I chaunted, Lady, in laud of thee,<br>Each with a sigh for its burthen, tear for its antiphon?<br>Love--songs are sweet in the morning. All things in praise of thee<br>Evening and morning rejoice, intoning in unison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Noontide and night have I heard them, birds in the bulrushes,<br>Ewes with their lambs in the pastures, winds in the wilderness,<br>Doves as they light in the palm--tops, moans of the waterwheel,<br>Eagles and ravens exulting, all speak the name of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair is thy face, as the first star seen in the western sky<br>Robed in the rose of the sunset, pure in its loneliness.<br>Angels look down from its windows, smile on the world of men,<br>Near yet afar from their grieving. Thou too hast smiled on me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crown me with bays, nay, with roses. What should I do with bays,<br>Emblems of earthly ambition, I who but live for love?<br>Earn me reward of the red rose, thine and love's laureate,<br>Thus with the flower of thy kindness crowning my constancy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deign to accept an allegiance due to thy royalty.<br>Empires are thine. Be my kingdom here at thy kness to kneel.<br>Not till thou speak will I raise me, turn to life's emptiness,<br>Ashes and dust for my portion, O thou most pitiful!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Verily grief is love's sister. Therefore I weave for thee<br>Anthems of grief and of true love born of thy loveliness.<br>Read and forget, and to--morrow, lo, where my path hath been,<br>Eagles and ravens exulting scream from the wilderness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</a><div class=q>
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Each with a sigh for its burthen, tear for its antiphon?
Love--songs are sweet in the morning. All things in praise of thee
Evening and morning rejoice, intoning in unison.

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