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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416857" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Touches Of Her Hand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416857" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The touches of her hands are like the fall<br>Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down<br>The peach just brushes 'gainst the garden wall;<br>The flossy fondlings of the thistle-wisp<br>Caught in the crinkle of a leaf of brown<br>The blighting frost hath turned from green to crisp.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416857" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Soft as the falling of the dusk at night,<br>The touches of her hands, and the delight--<br>The touches of her hands!<br>The touches of her hands are like the dew<br>That falls so softly down no one e'er knew<br>The touch thereof save lovers like to one<br>Astray in lights where ranged Endymion.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416857" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O rarely soft, the touches of her hands,<br>As drowsy zephyrs in enchanted lands;<br>Or pulse of dying fay; or fairy sighs;<br>Or--in between the midnight and the dawn,<br>When long unrest and tears and fears are gone--<br>Sleep, smoothing down the lids of weary eyes.</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=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a></strong></div>

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