<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wife's Will</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sit still­a word­a breath may break<br>(As light airs stir a sleeping lake,)<br>The glassy calm that soothes my woes,<br>The sweet, the deep, the full repose.<br>O leave me not! for ever be<br>Thus, more than life itself to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, close beside thee, let me kneel­<br>Give me thy hand that I may feel<br>The friend so true­so tried­so dear,<br>My heart's own chosen­indeed is near;<br>And check me not­this hour divine<br>Belongs to me­is fully mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis thy own hearth thou sitt'st beside,<br>After long absence­wandering wide;<br>'Tis thy own wife reads in thine eyes,<br>A promise clear of stormless skies,<br>For faith and true love light the rays,<br>Which shine responsive to her gaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye,­well that single tear may fall;<br>Ten thousand might mine eyes recall,<br>Which from their lids, ran blinding fast,<br>In hours of grief, yet scarcely past,<br>Well may'st thou speak of love to me;<br>For, oh! most truly­I love thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet smile­for we are happy now.<br>Whence, then, that sadness on thy brow?<br>What say'st thou? 'We must once again,<br>Ere long, be severed by the main?'<br>I knew not this­I deemed no more,<br>Thy step would err from Britain's shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Duty commands?' 'Tis true­'tis just;<br>Thy slightest word I wholly trust,<br>Nor by request, nor faintest sigh<br>Would I, to turn thy purpose, try;<br>But, William­hear my solemn vow­<br>Hear and confirm !­with thee I go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">' Distance and suffering,' did'st thou say ?<br>'Danger by night, and toil by day?'<br>Oh, idle words, and vain are these;<br>Hear me ! I cross with thee the seas.<br>Such risk as thou must meet and dare,<br>I­thy true wife­will duly share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Passive, at home, I will not pine;<br>Thy toils­thy perils, shall be mine;<br>Grant this­and be hereafter paid<br>By a warm heart's devoted aid:<br>'Tis granted­with that yielding kiss,<br>Entered my soul unmingled bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thanks, William­thanks! thy love has joy,<br>Pure­undefiled with base alloy;<br>'Tis not a passion, false and blind,<br>Inspires, enchains, absorbs my mind;<br>Worthy, I feel, art thou to be<br>Loved with my perfect energy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This evening, now, shall sweetly flow,<br>Lit by our clear fire's happy glow;<br>And parting's peace-embittering fear,<br>Is warned, our hearts to come not near;<br>For fate admits my soul's decree,<br>In bliss or bale­to go with thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Bront%C3%AB">Charlotte Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115510" data-title="The Wife's Will de Charlotte Brontë" data-description="Sit still­a word­a breath may break/(As light airs stir a sleeping lake,)/The glassy calm that soothes my woes,/The sweet, the deep, the full repose./O leave me not! for ever be/Thus, more than life itself to me!/Yes, close beside thee, let me k..."></div> </div> </div>

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