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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ylladmar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her hair was, oh, so dense a blur<br>Of darkness, midnight envied her;<br>And stars grew dimmer in the skies<br>To see the glory of her eyes;<br>And all the summer rain of light<br>That showered from the moon at night<br>Fell o'er her features as the gloom<br>Of twilight o'er a lily-bloom.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The crimson fruitage of her lips<br>Was ripe and lush with sweeter wine<br>Than burgundy or muscadine<br>Or vintage that the burgher sips<br>In some old garden on the Rhine:<br>And I to taste of it could well<br>Believe my heart a crucible<br>Of molten love--and I could feel<br>The drunken soul within me reel<br>And rock and stagger till it fell.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416931" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And do you wonder that I bowed<br>Before her splendor as a cloud<br>Of storm the golden-sandaled sun<br>Had set his conquering foot upon?<br>And did she will it, I could lie<br>In writhing rapture down and die<br>A death so full of precious pain<br>I'd waken up to die again.</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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