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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360526" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LADY, in thy proud eyes <br>There is a weary look, <br>As if the spirit we know through them <br>Were daunted with rebuke <br>To think that the heart of man henceforth <br>Is read like a read book.<br>Lady, in thy lifted face <br>The solitude is sore; <br>The true solitude follows the crowd. <br>Will it be less or more <br>When the words have been spoken to thee <br>Which my heart is seeking for?<br>Lady, canst thou not guess <br>The words which my thoughts seek? <br>Perhaps thou deem'st them well to spurn <br>And better not to speak. <br>Oh thou must know my love is strong, <br>Hearing my voice so weak.<br>Lady, ah go not thus: <br>Lady, give ear again: <br>Lady, oh learn from me that yet <br>There may one thing remain <br>Which stands not in the knowledge thou hast <br>And in thy lore of men.<br>Lady, the darkness lasteth long <br>Ere the dawn touch the skies; <br>Many are the leagues of wilderness <br>Till ye come where the green lies; <br>Nay often betwixt doubt and doubt <br>Death whispers and makes wise.<br>Lady, has not my thought <br>Dared much? For I would be <br>The ending of darkness and the dawn <br>Of a new day to thee, <br>And thine oasis, and thy place of rest, <br>And thy time of peace, lady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dante+Gabriel+Rossetti">Dante Gabriel Rossetti</a><div class=q>
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There is a weary look, 
As if the spirit we know through them 
Were daunted with rebuke 
To think that the heart of man henceforth 
Is read like a read book.
Lady, in thy lifted face 
The solitude is sore; 
The true solitu..."></div>
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