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Exalted above the earth with the joy of Silencieux's words, Antony pressed his lips to hers in an ecstasy, and vowed his life and all within it inviolably to her. EXALTED ABOVE THE EARTH WITH THE JOY OF SELA'S WORDS ANTONY PRESSED HIS LIPS TO HERS IN AN ECSTASY AND VOWED HIS LIFE AND ALL WITHIN IT INVIOBLY TO HER
s. Though all who since the world began have been the makers of beautiful things have loved me, I love my poets best. Sweeter than marble or many colours to my eyes is the sound of a poet singing in my ears—" "For whom, Silencieux, did you step down into the sad waters of the Seine?" "It was a young poet of Paris, beloved of many women, a drunkard of strange dreams. He too died because he loved me, and when he died there was none left whose voice seemed sweet after his. So I died with him. I died with him," she repeated, "to come to life again with you. Many lips have been pressed to mine, Antony, since the cold sleep of the Seine fell over me, but none were warm and wild like yours. I loved my sleep while the others kissed me, but with the touch of your lips the dreams of life began to stir within me again. O Antony, be great enough, be all mine, that we may fulfil our dream; and perhaps, Antony, I will die with you—and leave the world in darkness for your sake, another hundred years. TONY YES POETS ARE THE GREATEST OF ALL LOVERS THOUGH ALL WHO SINCE THE WORLD BEGAN HAVE BEEN THE MAKERS OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS HAVE LOVED ME I LOVE MY POETS BEST SWEETER THAN MARBLE ARE MANY COLORS TO MY EYES IS THE SOUND OF A POET SINGING IN MY EARS FOR WHOM SELAGO DID YOU STEP DOWN INTO THE SAD WATERS OF THE SEINE IT WAS A YOUNG POET OF PERIE BELOVED OF MANY WOMEN A DRUNKARD OF STRANGE DREAMS HE TOO DIED BECAUSE HE LOVED ME AND WHEN HE DIED THERE WAS NONE LEFT WHOSE VOICE SEEMED SWEET AFTER HIS SO I DIED WITH HIM I DIED WITH HIM SHE REPEATED TO COME TO LIFE AGAIN WITH YOU MANY LEAPS HAVE PRESSED TO MINE ANTONY SINCE THE COLD SLEEP OF THE SANE FELL OVER ME BUT NONE WERE WARM AND WILD LIKE YOURS I LOVED MY SLEEP WHILE THE OTHERS KISSED ME BUT WITH THE TOUCH OF YOUR LIPS THE DREAMS OF LIFE BEGAN TO STIR WITHIN ME AGAIN OH ANTONY BE GREAT ENOUGH BE ALL MINE THAT WE MAY FULFIL OUR DREAM AND PERHAPS ANTONY I WILL DIE WITH YOU AND LEAVE THE WORLD IN DARKNESS FOR YOUR SAKE ANOTHER HUNDRED YEARS
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