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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373980" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IF we must part, this parting is the best:<br>How would you bear to lay<br>Your head on some warm pillow far away--<br>Your head, so used to lying on my breast?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now your pillow is cold;<br>Your hands have flowers, and not my hands, to hold;<br>Upon our bed the worn bride-linen lies.<br>I have put the death-money upon your eyes,<br>So that you should not wake up in the night.<br>I have bound your face with white;<br>I have washed you, yes, with water and not with tears,--<br>Those arms wherein I have slept so many years,<br>Those feet that hastened when they came to me,<br>And all your body that belonged to me.<br>I have smoothed your dear dull hair,<br>And there is nothing left to say for you<br>And nothing left to fear or pray for you;<br>And I have got the rest of life to bear:<br>Thank God it is you, not I, who are lying there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I had died<br>And you had stood beside<br>This still white bed<br>Where the white, scented, horrible flowers are spread,--<br>I know the thing it is,<br>And I thank God that He has spared you this.<br>If one must bear it, thank God it was I<br>Who had to live and bear to see you die,<br>Who have to live, and bear to see you dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You will have nothing of it all to bear:<br>You will not even know that in your bed<br>You lie alone. You will not miss my head<br>Beside you on the pillow: you will rest<br>So soft in the grave you will not miss my breast.<br>But I--but I--Your pillow and your place--<br>And only the darkness laid against my face,<br>And only my anguish pressed against my side--<br>Thank God, thank God, that it was you who died!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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How would you bear to lay
Your head on some warm pillow far away--
Your head, so used to lying on my breast?

But now your pillow is cold;
Your hands have flowers, and not my hands, to hold;
Upon our bed ..."></div>
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