As When... Poem by Cyprian Kamil Norwid

As when, silently, to surprise,
You throw violets in his eyes...

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As when you rock an acacia tree,
And scent, like dawning light,
Falls on white piano keys
Together with petals white...

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As when she stands at the porch
And into her hair the distant moon weaves
Itself, placing her brow in a glowing wreath ­
Or garlands it with silver sheaves...

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As when idle talk with her is like a swallows' flight­
Having its course yet straying everywhere, A sign of looming thunder
Before lightning precedes the tremor­
So...
...but I say nothing in sorrow.