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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343150" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Greek Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead.<br>A weary, weary weight of tears unshed<br>Through the long day in my sad heart I bear;<br>The horrid sun with all unpitying glare<br>Shines down into the dreary weaving-room,<br>Where clangs the ceaseless clatter of the loom,<br>And ceaselessly deft maiden-fingers weave<br>The fine-wrought web; and I from morn till eve<br>Work with the rest, and when folk speak to me<br>I smile hard smiles; while still continually<br>The silly stream of maiden speech flows on:--<br>And now at length they talk of him that's gone,<br>Lightly lamenting that he died so soon--<br>Ah me! ere yet his life's sun stood at noon.<br>Some praise his eyes, some deem his body fair,<br>And some mislike the colour of his hair!<br>Sweet life, sweet shape, sweet eyes, and sweetest hair,<br>What form, what hue, save Love's own, did ye wear?<br>I may not weep, not weep, for very shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loved me not. One summer's eve he came<br>To these our halls, my father's honoured guest,<br>And seeing me, saw not. If his lips had prest<br>My lips, but once, in love; his eyes had sent<br>One love-glance into mine, I had been content,<br>And deemed it great joy for one little life;<br>Nor envied other maids the crown of wife:<br>The long sure years, the merry children-band--<br>Alas, alas, I never touched his hand!<br>And now my love is dead that loved not me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thrice-blest, thrice-crowned, of gods thrice-lovèd she--<br>That other, fairer maid, who tombward brings<br>Her gold, shorn locks and piled-up offerings<br>Of fragrant fruits, rich wines, and spices rare,<br>And cakes with honey sweet, with saffron fair;<br>And who, unchecked by any thought of shame,<br>May weep her tears, and call upon his name,<br>With burning bosom prest to the cold ground,<br>Knowing, indeed, that all her life is crown'd,<br>Thrice-crowned, thrice honoured, with that love of his;--<br>No dearer crown on earth is there, I wis.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While yet the sweet life lived, more light to bear<br>Was my heart's hunger; when the morn was fair,<br>And I with other maidens in a line<br>Passed singing through the city to the shrine,<br>Oft in the streets or crowded market-place<br>I caught swift glimpses of the dear-known face;<br>Or marked a stalwart shoulder in the throng;<br>Or heard stray speeches as we passed along,<br>In tones more dear to me than any song.<br>These, hoarded up with care, and kept apart,<br>Did serve as meat and drink my hungry heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now for ever has my sweet love gone;<br>And weary, empty days I must drag on,<br>Till all the days of all my life be sped,<br>By no thought cheered, by no hope comforted.<br>For if indeed we meet among the shades,<br>How shall he know me from the other maids?--<br>Me, that had died to save his body pain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, alas, such idle thoughts are vain!<br>O cruel, cruel sunlight, get thee gone!<br>O dear, dim shades of eve, come swiftly on!<br>That when quick lips, keen eyes, are closed in sleep,<br>Through the long night till dawn I then may weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Levy">Amy Levy</a><div class=q>
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A weary, weary weight of tears unshed
Through the long day in my sad heart I bear;
The horrid sun with all unpitying glare
Shines down into the dreary weaving-room,
Where clangs the ceaseless clatter of th..."></div>
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