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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Blind Man’s Bride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN first, beloved, in vanish'd hours <br>The blind man sought thy love to gain, <br>They said thy cheek was bright as flowers <br>New freshen'd by the summer rain: <br>They said thy movements, swift yet soft, <br>Were such as make the wingéd dove <br>Seem, as it gently soars aloft, <br>The image of repose and love. <br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They told me, too, an eager crowd <br>Of wooers praised thy beauty rare, <br>But that thy heart was all too proud <br>A common love to meet or share. <br>Ah! thine was neither pride nor scorn, <br>But in thy coy and virgin breast <br>Dwelt preference, not of PASSION born, <br>The love that hath a holier rest! <br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Days came and went;--thy step I heard <br>Pause frequent, as it pass'd me by:-- <br>Days came and went;--thy heart was stirr'd, <br>And answer'd to my stifled sigh! <br>And thou didst make a humble choice, <br>Content to be the blind man's bride, <br>Who loved thee for thy gentle voice, <br>And own'd no joy on earth beside. <br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And well by that sweet voice I knew <br>(Without the happiness of sight) <br>Thy years, as yet, were glad and few,-- <br>Thy smile, most innocently bright: <br>I knew how full of love's own grace <br>The beauty of thy form must be; <br>And fancy idolized the face <br>Whose loveliness I might not see! <br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! happy were those days, beloved! <br>I almost ceased for light to pine <br>When thro' the summer vales we roved, <br>Thy fond hand gently link'd in mine. <br>Thy soft, 'Good night' still sweetly cheer'd <br>The unbroken darkness of my doom; <br>And thy 'Good morrow, love,' endear'd <br>Each sunrise that return'd in gloom! <br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length, as years roll'd swiftly on, <br>They spoke to me of Time's decay-- <br>Of roses from thy smooth cheek gone, <br>And ebon ringlets turn'd to grey. <br>Ah! then I bless'd the sightless eyes <br>Which could not feel the deepening shade, <br>Nor watch beneath succeeding skies <br>Thy withering beauty faintly fade. <br>VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw no paleness on thy cheek, <br>No lines upon thy forehead smooth,-- <br>But still the BLIND MAN heard thee speak <br>In accents made to bless and soothe: <br>Still he could feel thy guiding hand <br>As thro' the woodlands wild we ranged,-- <br>Still in the summer light could stand, <br>And know thy HEART and VOICE unchanged. <br>VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still, beloved, till life grows cold, <br>We'll wander 'neath a genial sky, <br>And only know that we are old <br>By counting happy years gone by: <br>For thou to me art still as fair <br>As when those happy years began,-- <br>When first thou cam'st to soothe and share <br>The sorrows of a sightless man! <br>IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Time, who changes all below, <br>To wean men gently for the grave, <br>Hath brought us no increase of woe, <br>And leaves us all he ever gave: <br>For I am still a helpless thing, <br>Whose darken'd world is cheer'd by thee-- <br>And thou art she whose beauty's spring <br>The blind man vainly yearn'd to see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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WHEN first, beloved, in vanish'd hours 
The blind man sought thy love to gain, 
They said thy cheek was bright as flowers 
New freshen'd by the summer rain: 
They said thy movements, swift yet soft, 
Were such as make the wingéd dove 
Seem, a..."></div>
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