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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ghost’s Petition</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There's a footstep coming: look out and see,'<br>'The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;<br>No one cometh across the lea.'—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There's a footstep coming; O sister, look.'—<br>'The ripple flashes, the white foam dashes;<br>No one cometh across the brook.'—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But he promised that he would come:<br>To-night, to-morrow, in joy or sorrow,<br>He must keep his word, and must come home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For he promised that he would come: <br>His word was given; from earth or heaven,<br>He must keep his word, and must come home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go to sleep, my sweet sister Jane;<br>You can slumber, who need not number<br>Hour after hour, in doubt and pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I shall sit here awhile, and watch;<br>Listening, hoping, for one hand groping<br>In deep shadow to find the latch.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After the dark, and before the light,<br>One lay sleeping; and one sat weeping, <br>Who had watched and wept the weary night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After the night, and before the day,<br>One lay sleeping; and one sat weeping—<br>Watching, weeping for one away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There came a footstep climbing the stair;<br>Some one standing out on the landing<br>Shook the door like a puff of air—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shook the door, and in he passed.<br>Did he enter? In the room centre<br>Stood her husband: the door shut fast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Robin, but you are cold—<br>Chilled with the night-dew: so lily-white you<br>Look like a stray lamb from our fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Robin, but you are late:<br>Come and sit near me—sit here and cheer me.'—<br>(Blue the flame burnt in the grate.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lay not down your head on my breast:<br>I cannot hold you, kind wife, nor fold you<br>In the shelter that you love best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Feel not after my clasping hand: <br>I am but a shadow, come from the meadow<br>Where many lie, but no tree can stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We are trees which have shed their leaves:<br>Our heads lie low there, but no tears flow there;<br>Only I grieve for my wife who grieves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I could rest if you would not moan<br>Hour after hour; I have no power<br>To shut my ears where I lie alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I could rest if you would not cry;<br>But there's no sleeping while you sit weeping— <br>Watching, weeping so bitterly.'—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Woe's me! woe's me! for this I have heard.<br>Oh night of sorrow!—oh black to-morrow!<br>Is it thus that you keep your word?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O you who used so to shelter me<br>Warm from the least wind—why, now the east wind<br>Is warmer than you, whom I quake to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O my husband of flesh and blood,<br>For whom my mother I left, and brother,<br>And all I had, accounting it good, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What do you do there, underground,<br>In the dark hollow? I'm fain to follow.<br>What do you do there?—what have you found?'—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What I do there I must not tell:<br>But I have plenty: kind wife, content ye:<br>It is well with us—it is well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tender hand hath made our nest;<br>Our fear is ended, our hope is blended<br>With present pleasure, and we have rest.'—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, but Robin, I'm fain to come, <br>If your present days are so pleasant;<br>For my days are so wearisome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet I'll dry my tears for your sake:<br>Why should I tease you, who cannot please you<br>Any more with the pains I take?'</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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'The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;
No one cometh across the lea.'—

'There's a footstep coming; O sister, look.'—
'The ripple flashes, the white foam dashes;
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