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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Before the Mirror</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>WHITE ROSE in red rose-garden<br>Is not so white;<br>Snowdrops that plead for pardon<br>And pine for fright<br>Because the hard East blows<br>Over their maiden rows<br>Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind the veil, forbidden,<br>Shut up from sight,<br>Love, is there sorrow hidden,<br>Is there delight?<br>Is joy thy dower or grief,<br>White rose of weary leaf,<br>Late rose whose life is brief, whose loves are light?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft snows that hard winds harden<br>Till each flake bite<br>Fill all the flowerless garden<br>Whose flowers took flight<br>Long since when summer ceased,<br>And men rose up from feast,<br>And warm west wind grew east, and warm day night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>“Come snow, come wind or thunder<br>High up in air,<br>I watch my face, and wonder<br>At my bright hair;<br>Nought else exalts or grieves<br>The rose at heart, that heaves<br>With love of her own leaves and lips that pair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“She knows not loves that kissed her<br>She knows not where.<br>Art thou the ghost, my sister,<br>White sister there,<br>Am I the ghost, who knows?<br>My hand, a fallen rose,<br>Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I cannot see what pleasures<br>Or what pains were;<br>What pale new loves and treasures<br>New years will bear;<br>What beam will fall, what shower,<br>What grief or joy for dower;<br>But one thing knows the flower; the flower is fair.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Glad, but not flushed with gladness,<br>Since joys go by;<br>Sad, but not bent with sadness,<br>Since sorrows die;<br>Deep in the gleaming glass<br>She sees all past things pass,<br>And all sweet life that was lie down and lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There glowing ghosts of flowers<br>Draw down, draw nigh;<br>And wings of swift spent hours<br>Take flight and fly;<br>She sees by formless gleams,<br>She hears across cold streams,<br>Dead mouths of many dreams that sing and sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Face fallen and white throat lifted,<br>With sleepless eye<br>She sees old loves that drifted,<br>She knew not why,<br>Old loves and faded fears<br>Float down a stream that hears<br>The flowing of all men’s tears beneath the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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WHITE ROSE in red rose-garden
Is not so white;
Snowdrops that plead for pardon
And pine for fright
Because the hard East blows
Over their maiden rows
Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.

Behind the veil, forbidden,
Shut up from sig..."></div>
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