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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366045" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woman of Stone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw her first by the apple tree<br>Where she picked the ripe red fruit, <br>Her auburn hair in a twisted coil<br>And a crinoline to suit, <br>I saw her eyes as she turned to me<br>Two azure pools, afloat; <br>But they didn't hazard a glance at me, <br>Not even a single glance at me, <br>She didn't venture a glance at me<br>As my song died in my throat! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lost control of my heart that day<br>I could neither eat nor drink, <br>Though I felt my substance fade away<br>I was too confused to think, <br>And a fever took me, by and by, <br>I took to my bed, a week, <br>But she never came to visit me, <br>Not even a thought to visit me, <br>I'd have given the earth to visit me<br>While my spirit lay so bleak! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had a million suitors then<br>And she turned them all away, <br>They said that the grass was dry and sere<br>In the meadow, where she lay, <br>She made it known she was quite content<br>In life, to be left alone, <br>She hadn't the need for men, she said, <br>Not even one special man, she said, <br>‘I'd rather be left for dead, ' she said; <br>They called her: ‘Woman of Stone! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She taunted and teased, quite merciless, <br>She treated men with contempt, <br>She'd flutter her painted eyelashes<br>In the Halls of the Regiment, <br>And many an Officer fell for her<br>In his red and his golden braid, <br>‘I never did like a uniform, <br>Too bad, you're wearing a uniform! '<br>She'd turn her back on a uniform<br>And she'd smile as she walked away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They said she'd been left at the altar<br>When she was barely seventeen, <br>She'd chosen a young subaltern, who<br>Renewed his vows to the Queen, <br>His regiment marched away that day<br>To the fields at Waterloo, <br>He carried his musket high with pride<br>Then tramped in mud through the countryside, <br>His blood was scattered both far and wide<br>When the battle was finally through! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I started attending the balls where she<br>Was teasing and taunting still, <br>I never was much of a dancer, but<br>I can foot a mean quadrille; <br>I tried my best to ignore her there, <br>Danced gaily round with a friend, <br>Whenever we'd meet, I'd turn away, <br>Look anywhere else, but not betray<br>The hints in her eyes or her body's sway, <br>And I'd leave before the end! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The number of balls was endless when<br>The soldiers came marching home, <br>They feted the Duke of Wellington<br>For beating the Frenchies own; <br>And still I tried to avoid her there<br>This Caroline Ainslie Stack, <br>She'd follow me round the ballroom then, <br>A dancing card and a thrust out pen<br>But I wouldn't sign, again and again, <br>Her eyes turned slowly black.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She caught me up in the village street, <br>She backed me against a wall, <br>Then said: ‘It's not a man but a mouse<br>Won't dance with me at the ball! '<br>I shrugged and murmured, and took my leave<br>She followed me all the way home; <br>I tried to remember the things I said<br>That night, it rattles on through my head, <br>I found her lying across my bed<br>Without a stitch of her own! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We married, back in the spring this year, <br>Caroline's starting to show, <br>She holds my arm on the way to church<br>And she greets with a warm ‘Hello! '<br>I've never told how I fell in love, <br>How she cut me, clear to the bone, <br>But on evenings here, as warm as this<br>I can taste of my woman's magic kiss, <br>And she tells me, ‘Dear, we live in bliss! '<br>She does - my Woman of Stone! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">15 March 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Where she picked the ripe red fruit, 
Her auburn hair in a twisted coil
And a crinoline to suit, 
I saw her eyes as she turned to me
Two azure pools, afloat; 
But they didn't hazard a glance at me, 
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