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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368558" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Only a Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;She loves with love that cannot tire:<br> And if, ah, woe! she loves alone,<br> Through passionate duty love flames higher,<br> As grass grows taller round a stone.&quot;<br> Coventry Patmore.<br> SO, the truth's out. I 'll grasp it like a snake, -- <br> It will not slay me. My heart shall not break<br> Awhile, if only for the children's sake.<br> For his too, somewhat. Let him stand unblamed;<br> None say, he gave me less than honor claimed,<br> Except -- one trifle scarcely worth being named --<br> The heart. That 's gone. The corrupt dead might be<br> As easily raised up, breathing -- fair to see,<br> As he could bring his whole heart back to me.<br> I never sought him in coquettish sport,<br> Or courted him as silly maidens court,<br> And wonder when the longed-for prize falls short.<br> I only loved him -- any woman would:<br> But shut my love up till he came and sued,<br> Then poured it o'er his dry life like a flood.<br> I was so happy I could make him blest!<br> So happy that I was his first and best,<br> As he mine -- when he took me to his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah me! If only then he had been true!<br> If for one little year, a month or two,<br> He had given me love for love, as was my due!<br> Or had he told me, ere the deed was done,<br> He only raised me to his heart's dear throne --<br> Poor substitute -- because his queen was gone!<br> O, had he whispered, when his sweetest kiss<br> Was warm upon my mouth in fancied bliss,<br> He had kissed another woman even as this, --<br> It were less bitter! Sometimes I could weep<br> To be thus cheated, like a child asleep: --<br> Were not my anguish far too dry and deep.<br> So I built my house upon another's ground;<br> Mocked with a heart just caught at the rebound --<br> A cankered thing that looked so firm and sound.<br> And when that heart grew colder -- colder still,<br> I, ignorant, tried all duties to fulfil,<br> Blaming my foolish pain, exacting will,<br> All -- anything but him. It was to be:<br> The full draught others drink up carelessly<br> Was made this bitter Tantalus-cup for me.<br> I say again -- he gives me all I claimed,<br> I and my children never shall be shamed:<br> He is a just man -- he will live unblamed.<br> Only -- O God, O God, to cry for bread,<br> And get a stone! Daily to lay my head<br> Upon a bosom where the old love's dead!<br> Dead? -- Fool! It never lived. It only stirred<br> Galvanic, like an hour-cold corpse. None heard:<br> So let me bury it without a word.<br> He 'll keep that other woman from my sight.<br> I know not if her face be foul or bright;<br> I only know that it was his delight --<br> As his was mine: I only know he stands<br> Pale, at the touch of their long-severed hands,<br> Then to a flickering smile his lips commands,<br> Lest I should grieve, or jealous anger show.<br> He need not. When the ship 's gone down, I trow,<br> We little reck whatever wind may blow.<br> And so my silent moan begins and ends.<br> No world's laugh or world's taunt, not pity of friends<br> Or sneer of foes with this my torment blends.<br> None knows -- none heeds. I have a little pride;<br> Enough to stand up, wife-like, by his side,<br> With the same smile as when I was a bride.<br> And I shall take his children to my arms;<br> They will not miss these fading, worthless charms;<br> Their kiss -- ah! unlike his -- all pain disarms.<br> And haply, as the solemn years go by,<br> He will think sometimes with regretful sigh,<br> The other woman was less true than I.</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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