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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537030" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Image From A Past Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He. Never until this night have I been stirred.<br>The elaborate starlight throws a reflection<br>On the dark stream,<br>Till all the eddies gleam;<br>And thereupon there comes that scream<br>From terrified, invisible beast or bird:<br>Image of poignant recollection.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She. An image of my heart that is smitten through<br>Out of all likelihood, or reason,<br>And when at last,<br>Youth's bitterness being past,<br>I had thought that all my days were cast<br>Amid most lovely places; smitten as though<br>It had not learned its lesson.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He. Why have you laid your hands upon my eyes?<br>What can have suddenly alarmed you<br>Whereon 'twere best<br>My eyes should never rest?<br>What is there but the slowly fading west,<br>The river imaging the flashing skies,<br>All that to this moment charmed you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She. A Sweetheart from another life floats there<br>As though she had been forced to linger<br>From vague distress<br>Or arrogant loveliness,<br>Merely to loosen out a tress<br>Among the starry eddies of her hair<br>Upon the paleness of a finger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He. But why should you grow suddenly afraid<br>And start -- I at your shoulder --<br>Imagining<br>That any night could bring<br>An image up, or anything<br>Even to eyes that beauty had driven mad,<br>But images to make me fonder?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She. Now She has thrown her arms above her head;<br>Whether she threw them up to flout me,<br>Or but to find,<br>Now that no fingers bind,<br>That her hair streams upon the wind,<br>I do not know, that know I am afraid<br>Of the hovering thing night brought me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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The elaborate starlight throws a reflection
On the dark stream,
Till all the eddies gleam;
And thereupon there comes that scream
From terrified, invisible beast or bird:
Image of poignant recollectio..."></div>
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