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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Man’s Wooing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOU said, last night, you did not think <br>In all the world of men <br>Was one true lover--true alike <br>In deed and word and pen;-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">One knightly lover, constant as <br>The old knights, who sleep sound: <br>Some women, said you, there might be-- <br>Not one man faithful found: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not one man, resolute to win, <br>Or, winning, firm to hold <br>The woman, among women--sought <br>With steadfast love and bold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not one whose noble life and pure <br>Had power so to control <br>To tender hublest loyalty <br>Her free, but reverent soul, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That she beside him gladly moved <br>As sovereign and slave; <br>In faith unfettered, homage true, <br>Each claiming what each gave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then you dropped your eyelids white, <br>And stood in maiden bloom <br>Proud, calm:--unloving and unloved <br>Descending to the tomb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I let you speak and ne'er replied; <br>I watched you for a space, <br>Until that passionate glow, like youth, <br>Had faded from your face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No anger showed I--nor complaint: <br>My heart's beats shook no breath, <br>Although I knew that I had found <br>Her, who brings life or death; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The woman, true as life or death; <br>The love, strong as these twain, <br>Against which seas of mortal fate <br>Beat harmlessly in vain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not one true man': I hear it still, <br>Your voice's clear cold sound, <br>Upholding all your constant swains <br>And good knights underground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not one true lover':--Woman, turn; <br>I love you. Words are small; <br>'T is life speaks plain: In twenty years <br>Perhaps you may know all. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seek you. You alone I seek: <br>All other women, fair, <br>Or wise, or good, may go their way, <br>Without my thought or care. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you I follow day by day, <br>And night by night I keep <br>My heart's chaste mansion lighted, where <br>Your image lies asleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Asleep! If e'er to wake, He knows <br>Who Eve to Adam brought, <br>As you to me: the embodiment <br>Of boyhood's dear sweet thought, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And youth's fond dream, and manhood's hope, <br>That still half hopeless shone; <br>Till every rootless vain ideal <br>Commingled into one,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You; who are so diverse from me, <br>And yet as much my own <br>As this my soul, which, formed apart, <br>Dwells in its bodily throne;-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or rather for that perishes, <br>As these our two lives are <br>So strangely, marvellously drawn <br>Together from afar; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till week by week and month by month <br>We closer seem to grow, <br>As two hill streams, flushed with rich rain, <br>Each into the other flow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I swear no oaths, I tell no lies, <br>Nor boast I never knew <br>A love-dream--we all dream in youth-- <br>But waking, I found you, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The real woman, whose first touch <br>Aroused to highest life <br>My real manhood. Crown it then, <br>Good angel, friend, love, wife! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Imperfect as I am, and you, <br>Perchance, not all you seem, <br>We two together shall bind up <br>Our past's bright, broken dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We two together shall dare look <br>Upon the years to come, <br>As travellers, met in far countrie, <br>Together look towards home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come home! The old tales were not false, <br>Yet the new faith is true; <br>Those saintly souls who made men knights <br>Were women such as you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the great love that teaches love <br>Deceived not, ne'er deceives: <br>And she who most believes in man <br>Makes him what she believes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come! If you come not, I can wait; <br>My faith, like life, is long; <br>My will--not little; my hope much: <br>The patient are the strong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet come, ah come! The years run fast, <br>And hearths grow swiftly cold-- <br>Hearts too: but while blood beats in mine <br>It holds you and will hold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so before you it lies bare,-- <br>Take it or let it lie, <br>It is an honest heart; and yours <br>To all eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q>
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In all the world of men 
Was one true lover--true alike 
In deed and word and pen;-- 

One knightly lover, constant as 
The old knights, who sleep sound: 
Some women, said you, there might be-- 
Not one man..."></div>
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