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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366028" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Waters Into Wine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366028" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There is no love like the sea brings! <br>Of tides and storms, or your wanderings.<br>For you, too, swirl your eddies at the moon, <br>And flow and ebb at my every afternoon.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366028" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The mornings see you cold in discontent<br>Towing frostily at the night spent; <br>And gathering your gown around each rivulet<br>You scatter late stars in your bathroom pirouette.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366028" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But evenings - ah - and there the change begins, <br>When your warmer currents give my feelings wings, <br>And you lap at shores and forests ill-defined<br>'Til your breakers beat your waters into wine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366028" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And when love casts long runnels at my feet<br>To swirl and charm, and make my life complete, <br>I glimpse beyond some hidden pool that lies<br>And fancy tides that move behind your eyes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366028" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">21 March 1985</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a></strong></div>