<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Betrayed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I WENT back to our home to-day <br>That still its robe of roses wore; <br>My feet took the old easy way, <br>And led me to our door. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And you are gone and never more <br>Those little feet of yours will come <br>To meet me at the open door, <br>The threshold of our home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The door unlatched did not protest: <br>I entered, and the silence drew <br>My steps towards the little nest <br>That once I shared with you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There lay your fan, your open book, <br>Your seam half-sewn, and I could see <br>The window whence you used to look-- <br>Yes, once you looked--for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Print of your little head caressed <br>Our pillow still, and on the floor <br>Still lay, dropped there when last you dressed, <br>The scarf and rose you wore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>All should have spoken of you plain, <br>Yet, when I bade the silence tell <br>Of you, my bidding was in vain, <br>I could not break its spell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The silence would not speak, my dear, <br>Till the last level light grew dim; <br>Then, in the twilight I could hear; <br>The silence spoke--of him.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373997" data-title="Betrayed de Edith Nesbit" data-description="I WENT back to our home to-day That still its robe of roses wore; My feet took the old easy way, And led me to our door. And you are gone and never more Those little feet of yours will come To meet me at the open door, The threshold of ou..."></div> </div> </div>

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