<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356180" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Queen Of Hearts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we<br>Play cards together, you invariably,<br>However the pack parts,<br>Still hold the Queen of Hearts?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've scanned you with a scrutinizing gaze,<br>Resolved to fathom these your secret ways:<br>But, sift them as I will,<br>Your ways are secret still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cut and shuffle; shuffle, cut, again;<br>But all my cutting, shuffling, proves in vain: <br>Vain hope, vain forethought too;<br>The Queen still falls to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dropped her once, prepense; but, ere the deal<br>Was dealt, your instinct seemed her loss to feel:<br>'There should be one card more,'<br>You said, and searched the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cheated once; I made a private notch<br>In Heart-Queen's back, and kept a lynx-eyed watch;<br>Yet such another back<br>Deceived me in the pack: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Queen of Clubs assumed by arts unknown<br>An imitative dint that seemed my own;<br>This notch, not of my doing,<br>Misled me to my ruin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It baffles me to puzzle out the clue,<br>Which must be skill, or craft, or luck in you:<br>Unless, indeed, it be<br>Natural affinity.</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=356180" data-title="The Queen Of Hearts de Christina Georgina Rossetti" data-description="How comes it, Flora, that, whenever we Play cards together, you invariably, However the pack parts, Still hold the Queen of Hearts? I've scanned you with a scrutinizing gaze, Resolved to fathom these your secret ways: But, sift them as I will, Yo..."></div> </div> </div>

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