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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374133" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of The White Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SIR GEOFFREY met the white lady <br>Upon his marriage morn, <br>Her eyes were blue as cornflowers are, <br>Her hair was gold like corn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sir Geoffrey gave the white lady <br>A posy of roses seven, <br>'You are the fairest May,' said he, <br>'That ever strayed from Heaven.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sir Geoffrey by the white lady <br>Was lured away to shame, <br>For seven long years of prayers and tears <br>No tidings of him came. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then she who should have been his bride <br>A mighty oath she swore, <br>'For seven long years I have wept and prayed, <br>Now I will pray no more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Since God and all the saints of Heaven <br>Bring not my lord to me, <br>I will go down myself to hell <br>And bring him back,' said she. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She crept to the white lady's bower, <br>The taper's flame was dim, <br>And there Sir Geoffrey lay asleep, <br>And the white witch sat by him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Her arm was laid across his neck, <br>Her gold hair on his face, <br>And there was silence in the room <br>As in a burial-place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And there were gems and carven cups, <br>And 'broidered bridal gear-- <br>'Whose bridal is this?' the lady said, <br>'And what knight have ye here?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'The good knight here ye know full well, <br>He was your lord, I trow, <br>But I have taken him from your side, <br>And I am his lady now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'This seven year with right good cheer <br>We twain our bridal keep, <br>So take for your mate another knight <br>And let my dear lord sleep.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then up and spake Sir Geoffrey's bride, <br>'What bridal cheer is this? <br>I would think scorn to have the lips <br>Who could not have the kiss! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I would think scorn to take the half <br>Who could not have the whole; <br>I would think scorn to steal the body <br>Who could not take the soul! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'For, though ye hold his body fast <br>This seven weary year, <br>His soul walks ever at my side <br>And whispers in my ear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I would think scorn to hold in sleep <br>What, if it waked, would flee, <br>So let his body join his soul <br>And both fare forth with me; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'For I have learned a spell more strong <br>Than yours that laid him low, <br>And I will speak it for his sake <br>Because I love him so!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The white lady threw back her hair, <br>Her eyes began to shine-- <br>'His soul is thine these seven years?-- <br>To-night it shall be mine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I have been brave to hold him here <br>While seven long years befell, <br>Rather than let a bridal be <br>Whose seed should flower in hell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I have not looked into his eyes <br>Nor joined my lips to his, <br>For fear his soul should spring to flame <br>And shrivel at my kiss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I have been brave to watch his sleep <br>While the long hours come and go, <br>To hold the body without the soul, <br>Because I love him so. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'But since his soul this seven year <br>Has sat by thee,' she said, <br>'His body and soul to-night shall lie <br>Upon my golden bed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Thou hast no need to speak the spell <br>That thou hast learned,' said she, <br>'For I will wake him from his sleep <br>And take his soul from thee.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She stooped above him where he lay, <br>She laid her lips on his; <br>He stirred, he spake: 'These seven long years <br>I have waited for thy kiss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'My soul has hung upon thy lips <br>And trembled at thy breath, <br>Thou hast given me life in a cup to drink, <br>As God will give me death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Why didst thou fear to kill my soul <br>Which only lives for thee? <br>Thou hast put seven wasted years, <br>O love, 'twixt thee and me.'</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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Upon his marriage morn, 
Her eyes were blue as cornflowers are, 
Her hair was gold like corn. 


Sir Geoffrey gave the white lady 
A posy of roses seven, 
'You are the fairest May,' said he, 
'That ever strayed fro..."></div>
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