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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Woman’s Question</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEFORE I trust my fate to thee, <br> Or place my hand in thine, <br>Before I let thy future give <br> Color and form to mine, <br>Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me.<br> <br>I break all slighter bonds, nor feel <br> A shadow of regret: <br>Is there one link within the Past <br> That holds thy spirit yet? <br>Or is thy faith as clear and free as that which I can pledge to thee? <br> <br>Does there within thy dimmest dreams <br> A possible future shine, <br>Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe, <br> Untouch’d, unshar’d by mine? <br>If so, at any pain or cost, O, tell me before all is lost.<br> <br>Look deeper still. If thou canst feel, <br> Within thy inmost soul, <br>That thou hast kept a portion back, <br> While I have stak’d the whole; <br>Let no false pity spare the blow, but in true mercy tell me so.<br> <br>Is there within thy heart a need <br> That mine cannot fulfil? <br>One chord that any other hand <br> Could better wake or still? <br>Speak now—lest at some future day my whole life wither and decay.<br> <br>Lives there within thy nature hid <br> The demon-spirit Change, <br>Shedding a passing glory still <br> On all things new and strange? <br>It may not be thy fault alone—but shield my heart against thy own.<br> <br>Couldst thou withdraw thy hand one day <br> And answer to my claim, <br>That Fate, and that to-day’s mistake— <br> Not thou—had been to blame? <br>Some soothe their conscience thus; but thou wilt surely warn and save me now. <br> <br>Nay, answer not,—I dare not hear, <br> The words would come too late; <br>Yet I would spare thee all remorse, <br> So, comfort thee, my fate— <br>Whatever on my heart may fall—remember, I would risk it all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adelaide+Anne+Procter">Adelaide Anne Procter</a><div class=q>
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 Or place my hand in thine, 
Before I let thy future give 
 Color and form to mine, 
Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me.
 
I break all slighter bonds, nor feel 
 A shadow of regret: 
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