<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356035" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Heart’s Chill Between</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did not chide him, though I knew<br>That he was false to me.<br>Chide the exhaling of the dew,<br>The ebbing of the sea,<br>The fading of a rosy hue,—<br>But not inconstancy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why strive for love when love is o'er?<br>Why bind a restive heart?—<br>He never knew the pain I bore<br>In saying: 'We must part; <br>Let us be friends and nothing more.'<br>—Oh, woman's shallow art!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it is over, it is done,—<br>I hardly heed it now;<br>So many weary years have run<br>Since then, I think not how<br>Things might have been,—but greet each one<br>With an unruffled brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What time I am where others be,<br>My heart seems very calm— <br>Stone calm; but if all go from me,<br>There comes a vague alarm,<br>A shrinking in the memory<br>From some forgotten harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And often through the long, long night,<br>Waking when none are near,<br>I feel my heart beat fast with fright,<br>Yet know not what I fear.<br>Oh how I long to see the light,<br>And the sweet birds to hear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To have the sun upon my face,<br>To look up through the trees,<br>To walk forth in the open space<br>And listen to the breeze,—<br>And not to dream the burial-place<br>Is clogging my weak knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes I can nor weep nor pray,<br>But am half stupefied:<br>And then all those who see me say<br>Mine eyes are opened wide <br>And that my wits seem gone away—<br>Ah, would that I had died!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would I could die and be at peace,<br>Or living could forget!<br>My grief nor grows nor doth decrease,<br>But ever is:—and yet<br>Methinks, now, that all this shall cease<br>Before the sun shall set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356035" data-title="Heart’s Chill Between de Christina Georgina Rossetti" data-description="I did not chide him, though I knew That he was false to me. Chide the exhaling of the dew, The ebbing of the sea, The fading of a rosy hue,— But not inconstancy. Why strive for love when love is o'er? Why bind a restive heart?— He never knew ..."></div> </div> </div>

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