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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Secret Rose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FAR-OFF, most secret, and inviolate Rose,<br>Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those<br>Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,<br>Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir<br>And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep<br>Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep<br>Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold<br>The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold<br>Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes<br>Saw the pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise<br>In Druid vapour and make the torches dim;<br>Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him<br>Who met Fand walking among flaming dew<br>By a grey shore where the wind never blew,<br>And lost the world and Emer for a kiss;<br>And him who drove the gods out of their liss,<br>And till a hundred moms had flowered red<br>Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;<br>And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown<br>And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown<br>Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods:<br>And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods,<br>And sought through lands and islands numberless years,<br>Until he found, with laughter and with tears,<br>A woman of so shining loveliness<br>That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,<br>A little stolen tress. I, too, await<br>The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.<br>When shall the stars be blown about the sky,<br>Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?<br>Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,<br>Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?</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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Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep
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