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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538830" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Meeting In Winter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Winter in the world it is,<br>Round about the unhoped kiss<br>Whose dream I long have sorrowed o’er;<br>Round about the longing sore,<br>That the touch of thee shall turn<br>Into joy too deep to burn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round thine eyes and round thy mouth<br>Passeth no murmur of the south,<br>When my lips a little while<br>Leave thy quivering tender smile,<br>As we twain, hand holding hand,<br>Once again together stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet is that, as all is sweet;<br>For the white drift shalt thou meet,<br>Kind and cold-cheeked and mine own,<br>Wrapped about with deep-furred gown<br>In the broad-wheeled chariot:<br>Then the north shall spare us not;<br>The wide-reaching waste of snow<br>Wilder, lonelier yet shall grow<br>As the reddened sun falls down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the warders of the town,<br>When they flash the torches out<br>O’er the snow amid their doubt,<br>And their eyes at last behold<br>Thy red-litten hair of gold;<br>Shall they open, or in fear<br>Cry, “Alas! What cometh here?<br>Whence hath come this Heavenly<br>To tell of all the world undone?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They shall open, and we shall see<br>The long street litten scantily<br>By the long stream of light before<br>The guest-hall’s half-open door;<br>And our horses’ bells shall cease<br>As we reach the place of peace;<br>Thou shalt tremble, as at last<br>The worn threshold is o’er-past,<br>And the fire-light blindeth thee:<br>Trembling shalt thou cling to me<br>As the sleepy merchants stare<br>At thy cold hands slim and fair,<br>Thy soft eyes and happy lips<br>Worth all lading of their ships.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my love, how sweet and sweet<br>That first kissing of thy feet,<br>When the fire is sunk alow,<br>And the hall made empty now<br>Groweth solemn, dim and vast!<br>O my love, the night shall last<br>Longer than men tell thereof<br>Laden with our lonely love!</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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Round about the unhoped kiss
Whose dream I long have sorrowed o’er;
Round about the longing sore,
That the touch of thee shall turn
Into joy too deep to burn.

Round thine eyes and round thy mouth
Passeth no murmur of ..."></div>
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