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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356088" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Maiden May</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maiden May sat in her bower, <br>In her blush rose bower in flower, <br>Sweet of scent; <br>Sat and dreamed away an hour, <br>Half content, half uncontent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>‘Why should rose blossoms be born, <br>Tender blossoms, on a thorn <br>Though so sweet? <br>Never a thorn besets the corn <br>Scentless in its strength complete. <br>‘Why are roses all so frail, <br>At the mercy of a gale, <br>Of a breath? <br>Yet so sweet and perfect pale, <br>Still so sweet in life and death.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Maiden May sat in her bower, <br>In her blush rose bower in flower, <br>Where a linnet <br>Made one bristling branch the tower <br>For her nest and young ones in it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>‘Gay and clear the linnet trills; <br>Yet the skylark only, thrills <br>Heaven and earth <br>When he breasts the height, and fills <br>Height and depth with song and mirth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>‘Nightingales which yield to night <br>Solitary strange delight, <br>Reign alone: <br>But the lark for all his height <br>Fills no solitary throne; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>‘While he sings, a hundred sing; <br>Wing their flight below his wing <br>Yet in flight; <br>Each a lovely joyful thing <br>To the measure of its delight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>‘Why then should a lark be reckoned <br>One alone, without a second <br>Near his throne? <br>He in skyward flight unslackened, <br>In his music, not alone.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Maiden May sat in her bower; <br>Her own face was like a flower <br>Of the prime, <br>Half in sunshine, half in shower, <br>In the year's most tender time. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Her own thoughts in silent song <br>Musically flowed along, <br>Wise, unwise, <br>Wistful, wondering, weak or strong: <br>As brook shallows sink or rise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Other thoughts another day, <br>Maiden May, will surge and sway <br>Round your heart; <br>Wake, and plead, and turn at bay, <br>Wisdom part, and folly part. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Time not far remote will borrow <br>Other joys, another sorrow, <br>All for you; <br>Not to-day, and yet to-morrow <br>Reasoning false and reasoning true. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wherefore greatest? Wherefore least? <br>Hearts that starve and hearts that feast? <br>You and I? <br>Stammering Oracles have ceased, <br>And the whole earth stands at ‘why?’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Underneath all things that be <br>Lies an unsolved mystery; <br>Over all <br>Spreads a veil impenetrably, <br>Spreads a dense unlifted pall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mystery of mysteries: <br>This creation hears and sees <br>High and low - <br>Vanity of vanities: <br>This we test and this we know. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Maiden May, the days of flowering <br>Nurse you now in sweet embowering, <br>Sunny days; <br>Bright with rainbows all the showering, <br>Bright with blossoms all the ways. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Close the inlet of your bower, <br>Close it close with thorn and flower, <br>Maiden May; <br>Lengthen out the shortening hour, - <br>Morrows are not as to-day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Stay to-day which wanes too soon, <br>Stay the sun and stay the moon, <br>Stay your youth; <br>Bask you in the actual noon, <br>Rest you in the present truth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Let to-day suffice to-day: <br>For itself to-morrow may <br>Fetch its loss, <br>Aim and stumble, say its say, <br>Watch and pray and bear its cross.</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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In her blush rose bower in flower, 
Sweet of scent; 
Sat and dreamed away an hour, 
Half content, half uncontent. 


‘Why should rose blossoms be born, 
Tender blossoms, on a thorn 
Though so sweet? 
Never a thorn b..."></div>
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