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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Magdalen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All things I can endure, save one. <br>The bare, blank room where is no sun;<br>The parcelled hours; the pallet hard;<br>The dreary faces here within;<br>The outer women's cold regard;<br>The Pastor's iterated &quot;sin&quot;;--<br>These things could I endure, and count<br>No overstrain'd, unjust amount;<br>No undue payment for such bliss--<br>Yea, all things bear, save only this:<br>That you, who knew what thing would be,<br>Have wrought this evil unto me.<br>It is so strange to think on still--<br>That you, that you should do me ill!<br>Not as one ignorant or blind,<br>But seeing clearly in your mind<br>How this must be which now has been,<br>Nothing aghast at what was seen.<br>Now that the tale is told and done,<br>It is so strange to think upon.<br>You were so tender with me, too!<br>One summer's night a cold blast blew,<br>Closer about my throat you drew<br>That half-slipt shawl of dusky blue.<br>And once my hand, on summer's morn,<br>I stretched to pluck a rose; a thorn<br>Struck through the flesh and made it bleed<br>(A little drop of blood indeed!)<br>Pale grew your cheek you stoopt and bound<br>Your handkerchief about the wound;<br>Your voice came with a broken sound;<br>With the deep breath your breast was riven;<br>I wonder, did God laugh in Heaven?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How strange, that you should work my woe!<br>How strange! I wonder, do you know<br>How gladly, gladly I had died<br>(And life was very sweet that tide)<br>To save you from the least, light ill?<br>How gladly I had borne your pain.<br>With one great pulse we seem'd to thrill,--<br>Nay, but we thrill'd with pulses twain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even if one had told me this,<br>&quot;A poison lurks within your kiss,<br>Gall that shall turn to night his day:&quot;<br>Thereon I straight had turned away--<br>Ay, tho' my heart had crack'd with pain--<br>And never kiss'd your lips again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night, or when the daylight nears,<br>I hear the other women weep;<br>My own heart's anguish lies too deep<br>For the soft rain and pain of tears.<br>I think my heart has turn'd to stone,<br>A dull, dead weight that hurts my breast;<br>Here, on my pallet-bed alone,<br>I keep apart from all the rest.<br>Wide-eyed I lie upon my bed,<br>I often cannot sleep all night;<br>The future and the past are dead,<br>There is no thought can bring delight.<br>All night I lie and think and think;<br>If my heart were not made of stone,<br>But flesh and blood, it needs must shrink<br>Before such thoughts. Was ever known<br>A woman with a heart of stone?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The doctor says that I shall die.<br>It may be so, yet what care I?<br>Endless reposing from the strife?<br>Death do I trust no more than life.<br>For one thing is like one arrayed,<br>And there is neither false nor true;<br>But in a hideous masquerade<br>All things dance on, the ages through.<br>And good is evil, evil good;<br>Nothing is known or understood<br>Save only Pain. I have no faith<br>In God, or Devil, Life or Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The doctor says that I shall die.<br>You, that I knew in days gone by,<br>I fain would see your face once more,<br>Con well its features o'er and o'er;<br>And touch your hand and feel your kiss,<br>Look in your eyes and tell you this:<br>That all is done, that I am free;<br>That you, through all eternity,<br>Have neither part nor lot in me.</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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The bare, blank room where is no sun;
The parcelled hours; the pallet hard;
The dreary faces here within;
The outer women's cold regard;
The Pastor's iterated &quot;sin&quot;;--
These things could I endure, and ..."></div>
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