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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368544" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mary’s Wedding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">February 25th, 1851.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOU are to be married, Mary; <br>This hour as I wakeful lie <br>In the dreamy dawn of the morning, <br>Your wedding hour draws nigh; <br>Miles off, you are rising, dressing, <br>Your bridemaidens gay among, <br>In the same old house we played in,-- <br>You and I, when we were young. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your bridemaids--they were our playmates: <br>Those known rooms, every wall, <br>Could speak of our childish frolics, <br>Loves, jealousies, great and small: <br>Do you mind how pansies changed we <br>And smiled at the word 'forget'?-- <br>'T was a girl's romance: yet somehow <br>I have kept my pansy yet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you mind our poems written <br>Together? our dreams of fame-- <br>And of love--how we'd share all secrets <br>When that sweet mystery came? <br>It is no mystery now, Mary; <br>It was unveiled, year by year, <br>Till--this is your marriage morning; <br>And I rest quiet here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot call up your face, Mary, <br>The face of the bride to-day: <br>You have outgrown my knowledge, <br>The years have so slipped away. <br>I see but your girlish likeness, <br>Brown eyes and brown falling hair;-- <br>God knows, I did love you dearly, <br>And was proud that you were fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many speak my name, Mary, <br>While yours in home's silence lies: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The future I read in toil's guerdon, <br>You will read in your children's eyes: <br>The past--the same past with either-- <br>Is to you a delightsome scene, <br>But I cannot trace it clearly <br>For the graves that rise between. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am glad you are happy, Mary! <br>These tears, could you see them fall, <br>Would show, though you have forgotten, <br>I have remembered all. <br>And though my cup may be empty <br>While yours is all running o'er, <br>Heaven keep you its sweetness, Mary, <br>Brimming for evermore.</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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YOU are to be married, Mary; 
This hour as I wakeful lie 
In the dreamy dawn of the morning, 
Your wedding hour draws nigh; 
Miles off, you are rising, dressing, 
Your bridemaidens gay among, 
In the same old house we played ..."></div>
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