<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374297" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Some Busy Hands…</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOME busy hands have brought to light, <br>And laid beneath my eye, <br>The dress I wore that afternoon <br>You came to say good-by. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">About it still there seems to cling <br>Some fragrance unexpressed, <br>The ghostly odor of the rose <br>I wore upon my breast; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, subtler than all flower-scent, <br>The sacred garment holds <br>The memory of that parting day <br>Close hidden in its folds. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rose is dead, and you are gone, <br>But to the dress I wore <br>The rose's smell, the thought of you, <br>Are wed forevermore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That day you came to say good-by <br>(A month ago! It seems a year!) <br>How calm I was! I met your eye, <br>And in my own you saw no tear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You heard me laugh and talk and jest, <br>And lightly grieve that you should go; <br>You saw the rose upon my breast, <br>But not the breaking heart below. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when you came and took my hand, <br>It scarcely fluttered in your hold. <br>Alas, you did not understand! <br>For you were blind, and I was cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now you cannot see my tears, <br>And now you cannot hear my cry. <br>A month ago? Nay, years and years <br>Have aged my heart since that good-by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Wharton">Edith Wharton</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=374297" data-title="Some Busy Hands… de Edith Wharton" data-description="I. SOME busy hands have brought to light, And laid beneath my eye, The dress I wore that afternoon You came to say good-by. About it still there seems to cling Some fragrance unexpressed, The ghostly odor of the rose I wore upon my breast..."></div> </div> </div>

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