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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Light Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So far as our story approaches the end,<br> Which do you pity the most of us three?<br>My friend, or the mistress of my friend<br> With her wanton eyes, or me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friend was already too good to lose,<br> And seemed in the way of improvement yet,<br>When she crossed his path with her hunting noose<br> And over him drew her net.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I saw him tangled in her toils,<br> A shame, said I, if she adds just him<br>To her nine-and-ninety other spoils,<br> The hundredth for a whim!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And before my friend be wholly hers,<br> How easy to prove to him, I said,<br>An eagle's the game her pride prefers,<br> Though she snaps at a wren instead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, I gave her eyes my own eyes to take,<br> My hand sought hers as in earnest need,<br>And round she turned for my noble sake,<br> And gave me herself indeed.\</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eagle am I, with my fame in the world,<br> The wren is he, with his maiden face.<br>You look away and your lip is curled?<br> Patience, a moment's space!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For see, my friend goes shaking and white;<br> He eyes me as the basilisk:<br>I have turned, it appears, his day to night,<br> Eclipsing his sun's disk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I did it, he thinks, as a very thief:<br> "Though I love her--that, he comprehends--<br>One should master one's passions (love, in chief)<br> And be loyal to one's friends!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she,--she lies in my hand as tame<br> As a pear late basking over a wall;<br>Just a touch to try and off it came;<br> 'Tis mine,--can I let it fall?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>X</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With no mind to eat it, that's the worst!<br> Were it thrown in the road, would the case assist?<br>'Twas quenching a dozen blue-flies' thirst<br> When I gave its stalk a twist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I,--what I seem to my friend, you see:<br> What I soon shall seem to his love, you guess:<br>What I seem to myself, do you ask of me?<br> No hero, I confess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls,<br> And matter enough to save one's own:<br>Yet think of my friend, and the burning coals<br> He played with for bits of stone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One likes to show the truth for the truth;<br> That the woman was light is very true:<br>But suppose she says,--Never mind that youth!<br> What wrong have I done to you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, any how, here the story stays,<br> So far at least as I understand;<br>And, Robert Browning, you writer of plays,<br> Here's a subject made to your hand!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a> from <i>Men and Women</i><div class=q>
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