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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Harmonic Du Soir</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Voici venir le temps</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now is the hour when, swinging in the breeze,<br>Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet.<br>The air is full of scents and melodies,<br>O languorous waltz ! O swoon of dancing feet!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet,<br>The violins are like sad souls that cry,<br>O languorous waltz ! O swoon of dancing feet!<br>A shrine of Death and Beauty is the sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The violins are like sad souls that cry,<br>Poor souls that hate the vast. black night of Death ;<br>A shrine of Death and Beauty is the sky.<br>Drowned in red blood, the Sun gives up his breath.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448915" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This soul that hates the vast black night of Death<br>Takes all the luminous past back tenderly,<br>Drowned in red blood, the Sun gives up his breath.<br>Thine image like a monstrance shines in me.</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=Lord+Alfred+Douglas">Lord Alfred Douglas</a></strong></div>