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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538828" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love's Reward</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a knight of the southern land<br>Rode forth upon the way<br>When the birds sang sweet on either hand<br>About the middle of the May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when he came to the lily-close,<br>Thereby so fair a maiden stood,<br>That neither the lily nor the rose<br>Seemed any longer fair nor good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“All hail, thou rose and lily-bough!<br>What dost thou weeping here,<br>For the days of May are sweet enow,<br>And the nights of May are dear?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Well may I weep and make my moan,<br>Who am bond and captive here;<br>Well may I weep who lie alone,<br>Though May be waxen dear.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And is there none shall ransom thee;<br>Mayst thou no borrow find?”<br>“Nay, what man may my borrow be,<br>When all my wealth is left behind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Perchance some ring is left with thee,<br>Some belt that did thy body bind?”<br>“Nay, no man may my borrow be,<br>My rings and belt are left behind.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The shoes that the May-blooms kissed on thee<br>Might yet be things to some men’s mind.”<br>“Nay, no man may my borrow be,<br>My golden shoes are left behind.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The milk-white sark that covered thee<br>A dear-bought token some should find.”<br>“Nay, no man may my borrow be,<br>My silken sark is left behind.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The kiss of thy mouth and the love of thee<br>Better than world’s wealth should I find.”<br>“Nay, thou mayst not my borrow be,<br>For all my love is left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“A year agone come Midsummer-night<br>I woke by the Northern sea;<br>I lay and dreamed of my delight<br>Till love no more would let me be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Seaward I went by night and cloud<br>To hear the white swans sing;<br>But though they sang both clear and loud,<br>I hearkened a sweeter thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O sweet and sweet as none may tell<br>Was the speech so close ’twixt lip and lip:<br>But fast, unseen, the black oars fell<br>That drave to shore the rover’s ship.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“My love lay bloody on the strand<br>Ere stars were waxen wan:<br>Naught lacketh graves the Northern land<br>If to-day it lack a lovelier man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I sat and wept beside the mast<br>When the stars were gone away.<br>Naught lacketh the Northland joy gone past<br>If it lack the night and day.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Is there no place in any land<br>Where thou wouldst rather be than here?”<br>“Yea, a lone grave on a cold sea-strand<br>My heart for a little holdeth dear.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Of all the deeds that women do<br>Is there none shall bring thee some delight?”<br>“To lie down and die where lay we two<br>Upon Midsummer night.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I will bring thee there where thou wouldst be,<br>A borrow shalt thou find.”<br>“Wherewith shall I reward it thee<br>For wealth and good-hap left behind?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“A kiss from lips that love not me,<br>A good-night somewhat kind;<br>A narrow house to share with thee<br>When we leave the world behind.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have taken ship and sailed away<br>Across the Southland main;<br>They have sailed by hills were green and gay,<br>A land of goods and gain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have sailed by sea-cliffs stark and white<br>And hillsides fair enow;<br>They have sailed by lands of little night<br>Where great the groves did grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have sailed by islands in the sea<br>That the clouds lay thick about;<br>And into a main where few ships be<br>Amidst of dread, and doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With broken mast and battered side<br>They drave amidst the tempest’s heart;<br>But why should death to these betide<br>Whom love did hold so well apart?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The flood it drave them toward the strand,<br>The ebb it drew them fro;<br>The swallowing seas that tore the land<br>Cast them ashore and let them go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Is this the land? is this the land,<br>Where life and I must part a-twain?”<br>“Yea, this is e’en the sea-washed strand<br>That made me yoke-fellow of pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“The strand is this, the sea is this,<br>The grey bent and the mountains grey;<br>But no mound here his grave-mound is;<br>Where have they borne my love away?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“What man is this with shield and spear<br>Comes riding down the bent to us?<br>A goodly man forsooth he were<br>But for his visage piteous.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Ghost of my love, so kind of yore,<br>Art thou not somewhat gladder grown<br>To feel my feet upon this shore?<br>O love, thou shalt not long be lone.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Ghost of my love, each day I come<br>To see where God first wrought us wrong:<br>Now kind thou com’st to call me home,<br>Be sure I shall not tarry long.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Come here, my love; come here for rest,<br>So sore as my body longs for thee!<br>My heart shall beat against thy breast<br>As arms of thine shall comfort me.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Love, let thy lips depart no more<br>From those same eyes they once did kiss,<br>The very bosom wounded sore<br>When sorrow clave the heart of bliss!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O was it day, or was it night,<br>As there they told their love again?<br>The high-tide of the sun’s delight,<br>Or whirl of wind and drift of rain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Speak sweet, my love, of how it fell,<br>And how thou cam’st across the sea,<br>And what kind heart hath served thee well,<br>And who thy borrow there might be?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Naught but the wind and sea made moan<br>As hastily she turned her round;<br>From light clouds wept the morn alone,<br>Not the dead corpse upon the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“O look, my love, for here is he<br>Who once of all the world was kind,<br>And led my sad heart o’er the sea!<br>And now must he be left behind.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She kissed his lips that yet did smile,<br>She kissed his eyes that were not sad:<br>“O thou who sorrow didst beguile,<br>And now wouldst have me wholly glad!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“A little gift is this,” she said,<br>“Thou once hadst deemed great gift enow;<br>Yet surely shalt thou rest thine head<br>Where I one day shall lie alow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“There shalt thou wake to think of me,<br>And by thy face my face shall find;<br>And I shall then thy borrow be<br>When all the world is left behind.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Morris">William Morris</a><div class=q>
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Rode forth upon the way
When the birds sang sweet on either hand
About the middle of the May.

But when he came to the lily-close,
Thereby so fair a maiden stood,
That neither the lily nor the rose
Seemed any l..."></div>
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