<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536682" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Her Whose Name</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To her whose name,<br>With its sweet sibilant sound like sudden showers<br>Splashing the grass and flowers,<br>Hath set my April heart aflame;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To her whose face,<br>The flower and crown of all created things,<br>Dearer than even Spring's,<br>Hath been to me a sacrament of grace;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose luminous mind,<br>Stored with all gladness of the earth and sky,<br>Hath lightened my sad eye<br>And made it wise in love which erst was blind;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose voice of pleasure,<br>Calling to joys as a blithe wedding bell<br>When ringers ring it well,<br>Hath tuned my soul to its own happy measure;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose blessed hand,<br>With its white mystery of fingers five,<br>Each one a soul alive,<br>Hath taught me truths no angels understand;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose arms within,<br>Should she once clasp me to her very heart,<br>God knoweth we should not part<br>But live for aye in Heaven's own bliss divine;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To her, alas,<br>Who is so near, yet standeth still so far,<br>Seeing the mortal bar<br>Betwixt us ever which we cannot pass,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These lines I send<br>With my heart's tears to--night beseeching her,<br>Of her dear love more dear,<br>To be no less to me my sweetest soul and friend.</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> <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=536682" data-title="To Her Whose Name de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="To her whose name, With its sweet sibilant sound like sudden showers Splashing the grass and flowers, Hath set my April heart aflame; To her whose face, The flower and crown of all created things, Dearer than even Spring's, Hath been to me a sacr..."></div> </div> </div>

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