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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Ditch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LOVE, through your varied views on Art <br>Untiring have I followed you, <br>Content to know I had your heart <br>And was your Art-ideal, too. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>As, dear, I was when first we met. <br>('Twas at the time you worshipped Leighton, <br>And were attempting to forget <br>Your Foster and your Noel Paton.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Love rhymes with Art,' said your dear voice, <br>And, at my crude, uncultured age, <br>I could but blushingly rejoice <br>That you had passed the Rubens stage. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When Madox Brown and Morris swayed <br>Your taste, did I not dress and look <br>Like any Middle Ages maid <br>In an illuminated book? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I wore strange garments, without shame, <br>Of formless form and toneless tones, <br>I might have stepped out of the frame <br>Of a Rossetti or Burne-Jones. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I stole soft frills from Marcus Stone, <br>My waist wore Herkomer's disguise, <br>My slender purse was strained, I own, <br>But--my silk lay as Sargent's lies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And when you were abroad--in Prague-- <br>'Mid Cherets I had shone, a star; <br>Then for your sake I grew as vague <br>As Mr. Whistler's ladies are. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But now at last you sue in vain, <br>For here a life's submission ends: <br>Not even for you will I grow plain <br>As Aubrey Beardsley's 'lady friends.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Here I renounce your hand--unless <br>You find your Art-ideal elsewhere; <br>I will not wear the kind of dress <br>That Laurence Housman's people wear!</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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Untiring have I followed you, 
Content to know I had your heart 
And was your Art-ideal, too. 


As, dear, I was when first we met. 
('Twas at the time you worshipped Leighton, 
And were attempting to forget..."></div>
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