<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Words On The Window-Pane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DID she in summer write it, or in spring, <br>Or with this wail of autumn at her ears, <br>Or in some winter left among old years <br>Scratched it through tettered cark? A certain thing <br>That round her heart the frost was hardening, <br>Not to be thawed of tears, which on this pane <br>Channelled the rime, perchance, in fevered rain, <br>For false man's sake and love's most bitter sting. <br>Howbeit, between this last word and the next <br>Unwritten, subtly seasoned was the smart, <br>And here at least the grace to weep: if she, <br>Rather, midway in her disconsolate text, <br>Rebelled not, loathing from the trodden heart <br>That thing which she had found man's love to be.</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> <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=360834" data-title="Words On The Window-Pane de Dante Gabriel Rossetti" data-description="DID she in summer write it, or in spring, Or with this wail of autumn at her ears, Or in some winter left among old years Scratched it through tettered cark? A certain thing That round her heart the frost was hardening, Not to be thawed of te..."></div> </div> </div>

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