<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love looks like a girl to-night, <br> But she is old. <br> The plaits that lie along her pillow <br> Are not gold, <br> But threaded with filigree silver, <br> And uncanny cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She looks like a young maiden, since her brow <br> Is smooth and fair, <br> Her cheeks are very smooth, her eyes are closed. <br> She sleeps a rare <br> Still winsome sleep, so still, and so composed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nay, but she sleeps like a bride, and dreams her dreams <br> Of perfect things. <br> She lies at last, the darling, in the shape of her dream, <br> And her dead mouth sings <br> By its shape, like the thrushes in clear evenings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Herbert+Lawrence">David Herbert Lawrence</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=364131" data-title="The Bride de David Herbert Lawrence" data-description="My love looks like a girl to-night, But she is old. The plaits that lie along her pillow Are not gold, But threaded with filigree silver, And uncanny cold. She looks like a young maiden, since her brow Is smooth and fair, Her chee..."></div> </div> </div>

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