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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356094" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I nursed it in my bosom while it lived,<br>I hid it in my heart when it was dead;<br>In joy I sat alone, even so I grieved<br>Alone and nothing said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shut the door to face the naked truth,<br>I stood alone—I faced the truth alone,<br>Stripped bare of self-regard or forms or ruth<br>Till first and last were shown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took the perfect balances and weighed;<br>No shaking of my hand disturbed the poise; <br>Weighed, found it wanting: not a word I said,<br>But silent made my choice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None know the choice I made; I make it still.<br>None know the choice I made and broke my heart,<br>Breaking mine idol: I have braced my will<br>Once, chosen for once my part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I broke it at a blow, I laid it cold,<br>Crushed in my deep heart where it used to live.<br>My heart dies inch by inch; the time grows old,<br>Grows old in which I grieve. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have a room whereinto no one enters<br>Save I myself alone:<br>There sits a blessed memory on a throne,<br>There my life centres.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While winter comes and goes—oh tedious comer!—<br>And while its nip-wind blows;<br>While bloom the bloodless lily and warm rose<br>Of lavish summer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If any should force entrance he might see there<br>One buried yet not dead, <br>Before whose face I no more bow my head<br>Or bend my knee there;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But often in my worn life's autumn weather<br>I watch there with clear eyes,<br>And think how it will be in Paradise<br>When we're together.</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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I nursed it in my bosom while it lived,
I hid it in my heart when it was dead;
In joy I sat alone, even so I grieved
Alone and nothing said.

I shut the door to face the naked truth,
I stood alone—I faced the truth alone,
Stripped bare of sel..."></div>
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