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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116300" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Any Wife to Any Husband</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love, this is the bitterest, that thou<br>Who art all truth, and who dost love me now<br> As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say—<br>Shouldst love so truly, and couldst love me still<br>A whole long life through, had but love its will,<br> Would death that leads me from thee brook delay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have but to be by thee, and thy hand<br>Will never let mine go, nor heart withstand<br> The beating of my heart to reach its place.<br>When shall I look for thee and feel thee gone?<br>When cry for the old comfort and find none?<br> Never, I know! Thy soul is in thy face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I should fade—'tis willed so! Might I save,<br>Gladly I would, whatever beauty gave<br> Joy to thy sense, for that was precious too.<br>It is not to be granted. But the soul<br>Whence the love comes, all ravage leaves that whole;<br> Vainly the flesh fades; soul makes all things new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It would not be because my eye grew dim<br>Thou couldst not find the love there, thanks to Him<br> Who never is dishonoured in the spark<br>He gave us from his fire of fires, and bade<br>Remember whence it sprang, nor be afraid<br> While that burns on, though all the rest grow dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, how thou wouldst be perfect, white and clean<br>Outside as inside, soul and soul's demesne<br> Alike, this body given to show it by!<br>Oh, three-parts through the worst of life's abyss,<br>What plaudits from the next world after this,<br> Couldst thou repeat a stroke and gain the sky!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And is it not the bitterer to think<br>That, disengage our hands and thou wilt sink<br> Although thy love was love in very deed?<br>I know that nature! Pass a festive day,<br>Thou dost not throw its relic-flower away<br> Nor bid its music's loitering echo speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou let'st the stranger's glove lie where it fell;<br>If old things remain old things all is well,<br> For thou art grateful as becomes man best:<br>And hadst thou only heard me play one tune,<br>Or viewed me from a window, not so soon<br> With thee would such things fade as with the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seem to see! We meet and part; 'tis brief;<br>The book I opened keeps a folded leaf,<br> The very chair I sat on, breaks the rank;<br>That is a portrait of me on the wall—<br>Three lines, my face comes at so slight a call:<br> And for all this, one little hour to thank!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now, because the hour through years was fixed,<br>Because our inmost beings met and mixed,<br> Because thou once hast loved me—wilt thou dare<br>Say to thy soul and Who may list beside,<br>"Therefore she is immortally my bride;<br> "Chance cannot change my love, nor time impair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"So, what if in the dusk of life that's left,<br>"I, a tired traveller of my sun bereft,<br> "Look from my path when, mimicking the same,<br>"The fire-fly glimpses past me, come and gone?<br>"—Where was it till the sunset? where anon<br> "It will be at the sunrise! What's to blame?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it so helpful to thee? Canst thou take<br>The mimic up, nor, for the true thing's sake,<br> Put gently by such efforts at a beam?<br>Is the remainder of the way so long,<br>Thou need'st the little solace, thou the strong?<br> Watch out thy watch, let weak ones doze and dream!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">—Ah, but the fresher faces! "Is it true,"<br>Thou'lt ask, "some eyes are beautiful and new?<br> "Some hair,—how can one choose but grasp such wealth?<br>"And if a man would press his lips to lips<br>"Fresh as the wilding hedge-rose-cup there slips<br> "The dew-drop out of, must it be by stealth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It cannot change the love still kept for Her,<br>"More than if such a picture I prefer<br> "Passing a day with, to a room's bare side:<br>"The painted form takes nothing she possessed,<br>"Yet, while the Titian's Venus lies at rest,<br> "A man looks. Once more, what is there to chide?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So must I see, from where I sit and watch,<br>My own self sell myself, my hand attach<br> Its warrant to the very thefts from me—<br>Thy singleness of soul that made me proud,<br>Thy purity of heart I loved aloud,<br> Thy man's-truth I was bold to bid God see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love so, then, if thou wilt! Give all thou canst<br>Away to the new faces—disentranced,<br> (Say it and think it) obdurate no more:<br>Re-issue looks and words from the old mint,<br>Pass them afresh, no matter whose the print<br> Image and superscription once they bore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Re-coin thyself and give it them to spend,—<br>It all comes to the same thing at the end,<br> Since mine thou wast, mine art and mine shalt be,<br>Faithful or faithless, sealing up the sum<br>Or lavish of my treasure, thou must come<br> Back to the heart's place here I keep for thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only, why should it be with stain at all?<br>Why must I, 'twixt the leaves of coronal,<br> Put any kiss of pardon on thy brow?<br>Why need the other women know so much,<br>And talk together, "Such the look and such<br> "The smile he used to love with, then as now!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Might I die last and show thee! Should I find<br>Such hardship in the few years left behind,<br> If free to take and light my lamp, and go<br>Into thy tomb, and shut the door and sit,<br>Seeing thy face on those four sides of it<br> The better that they are so blank, I know!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, time was what I wanted, to turn o'er<br>Within my mind each look, get more and more<br> By heart each word, too much to learn at first;<br>And join thee all the fitter for the pause<br>'Neath the low doorway's lintel. That were cause<br> For lingering, though thou calledst, if I durst!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet thou art the nobler of us two:<br>What dare I dream of, that thou canst not do,<br> Outstripping my ten small steps with one stride?<br>I'll say then, here's a trial and a task—<br>Is it to bear?—if easy, I'll not ask:<br> Though love fail, I can trust on in thy pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pride?—when those eyes forestall the life behind<br>The death I have to go through!—when I find,<br> Now that I want thy help most, all of thee!<br>What did I fear? Thy love shall hold me fast<br>Until the little minute's sleep is past<br> And I wake saved.—And yet it will not be!</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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