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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Songs from the Turret. 8. Now do I know how Paradise doth seem Now do I know how Paradise doth seem, Now do I know the deep red depths of hell. Swift from those fair supernal heights I fell To burning flames of hades, in a dream. Methought my ladye rested by a stream Which rippled through the verdure of a dell. She lay like Eve; dear God, I dare not tell Of her perfections; of the glow and gleam Of tinted flesh, and undulating hair, Of sudden thigh, and sweetly rounded breast. Then, like a cloud, he came, from God knows where, And on her eyes and mouth mad kisses pressed. I fell, and fell, through leagues of scorching space, And always saw his lips upon her face. Ella Wheeler Wilcox's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1318 |
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