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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Promise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should'st thou, in grip of dread disease,<br>Foresee the day when thou must die,<br>With no more hope of life or ease,<br>But only, lingering, to lie<br>While torturing hours go slowly by;<br>Thy brain awake, thy nerves alive<br>To thine extremest agony,<br>And all in vain to rave or strive: —<br>O my beloved, if this should be,<br>Call me — and I will set thee free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Murder! And thou to judgment hurled —<br>Cut off from some few days of grace —<br>Thus will it be to that hard world<br>Which fits one law to every case,<br>And dooms all rebels to disgrace.<br>But to us twain, who stand above<br>Conventioned rules, unbound, unclassed,<br>A solemn sacrament of love,<br>More true than kisses in the past —<br>Love's costliest tribute, and the last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy grateful hand, unclenched, shall seek<br>The hand that gave thee thy release;<br>Thy darkening eyes shall dumbly speak<br>Of scorching pangs that sink and cease —<br>Of anguish drowned in rest and peace.<br>And I that terrible farewell,<br>Despairing but content, shall take,<br>Knowing that I have served thee well —<br>I, that would dare the rack and stake,<br>The flames of hell, for thy dear sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The law may hang me for my crime,<br>Just or unjust, I'll not complain.<br>'Twere better than to live my time<br>Bereaved and broken, and to wane,<br>Slow inch by inch, in useless pain;<br>Alone, unhelped, uncomforted,<br>In mine own last extremity;<br>No faithful lover by my bed<br>To do what thou would'st do for me.<br>And I shall want to die with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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Should'st thou, in grip of dread disease,
Foresee the day when thou must die,
With no more hope of life or ease,
But only, lingering, to lie
While torturing hours go slowly by;
Thy brain awake, thy nerves alive
To thine extremest agony,
And al..."></div>
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