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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lady Maggie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You must not call me Maggie, you must not call me Dear,<br>For I'm Lady of the Manor now stately to see;<br>And if there comes a babe, as there may some happy year,<br>'Twill be little lord or lady at my knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, but what ails you, my sailor cousin Phil,<br>That you shake and turn white like a cockcrow ghost?<br>You're as white as I turned once down by the mill,<br>When one told me you and ship and crew were lost:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Philip my playfellow, when we were boy and girl<br>(It was the Miller's Nancy told it to me), <br>Philip with the merry life in lip and curl,<br>Philip my playfellow drowned in the sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought I should have fainted, but I did not faint;<br>I stood stunned at the moment, scarcely sad,<br>Till I raised my wail of desolate complaint<br>For you, my cousin, brother, all I had.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They said I looked so pale—some say so fair—<br>My lord stopped in passing to soothe me back to life:<br>I know I missed a ringlet from my hair<br>Next morning; and now I am his wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look at my gown, Philip, and look at my ring,<br>I'm all crimson and gold from top to toe:<br>All day long I sit in the sun and sing,<br>Where in the sun red roses blush and blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I'm the rose of roses says my lord;<br>And to him I'm more than the sun in the sky,<br>While I hold him fast with the golden cord<br>Of a curl, with the eyelash of an eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mother said 'fie,' and his sisters cried 'shame,'<br>His highborn ladies cried 'shame' from their place: <br>They said 'fie' when they only heard my name,<br>But fell silent when they saw my face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am I so fair, Philip? Philip, did you think<br>I was so fair when we played boy and girl,<br>Where blue forget-me-nots bloomed on the brink<br>Of our stream which the mill-wheel sent a whirl?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I was fair then sure I'm fairer now,<br>Sitting where a score of servants stand,<br>With a coronet on high days for my brow<br>And almost a sceptre for my hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You're but a sailor, Philip, weatherbeaten brown,<br>A stranger on land and at home on the sea,<br>Coasting as best you may from town to town:<br>Coasting along do you often think of me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm a great lady in a sheltered bower,<br>With hands grown white through having nought to do:<br>Yet sometimes I think of you hour after hour<br>Till I nigh wish myself a child with you.</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>
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For I'm Lady of the Manor now stately to see;
And if there comes a babe, as there may some happy year,
'Twill be little lord or lady at my knee.

Oh, but what ails you, my sailor cousin Phil,..."></div>
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