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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Giustianini</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O WIFE, wife, wife! As if the sacred name <br>Could weary one with saying! Once again <br>Laying against my brow your lips' soft flame, <br>Join with me, Sweetest, in love's new refrain, <br>Since the whole music of my late-found life <br>Is that we call each other 'husband -- wife.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, stand back, and let your cloth of gold <br>Straighten its sumptuous lines from waist to knee, <br>And, flowing firmly outward, fold on fold, <br>Invest your slim young form with majesty <br>As when, in those calm bridal robes arrayed, <br>You stood beside me, and I was afraid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was afraid -- O sweetness, whiteness, youth, <br>Best gift of God, I feared you! I, indeed, <br>For whom all womanhood has been, forsooth, <br>Summed up in the sole Virgin of the Creed, <br>I thought that day our Lady's self stood there <br>And bound herself to me with vow and prayer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, yes, that day. I sat, remember well, <br>Half-crook'd above a missal, and laid in <br>The gold-leaf slowly; silence in my cell; <br>The picture, Satan tempting Christ to sin <br>Upon the mount's blue, pointed pinnacle, <br>The world outspread beneath as fair as hell --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When suddenly they summoned me. I stood <br>Abashed before the Abbot, who reclined <br>Full-bellied in his chair beneath the rood, <br>And roseate with having lately dined; <br>And then -- I standing there abashed -- he said: <br>'The house of Giustiniani all lie dead.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It scarcely seemed to touch me (I had led <br>A grated life so long) that oversea <br>My kinsmen in their knighthood should lie dead, <br>Nor that this sudden death should set me free, <br>Me, the last Giustiniani -- well, what then? <br>A monk! -- The Giustiniani had been men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when the Abbot said: 'The state decrees <br>That you, the latest scion of the house <br>Which died in vain for Venice overseas, <br>Should be exempted from your sacred vows, <br>And straightway, when you leave this cloistered place, <br>Take wife, and add new honors to the race,' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hardly heard him -- would have crept again <br>To the warped missal -- but he snatched a sword <br>And girded me, and all the heart of men <br>Rushed through me, as he laughed and hailed me lord, <br>And, with my hand upon the hilt, I cried, <br>'Viva San Marco!' like my kin who died. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, straightway, when, a new-made knight, I stood <br>Beneath the bridal arch, and saw you come, <br>A certain monkish warping of the blood <br>Ran up and struck the man's heart in me dumb; <br>I breathed an Ave to our Lady's grace, <br>And did not dare to look upon your face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when we swept the waters side by side, <br>With timbrelled gladness clashing on the air, <br>I trembled at your image in the tide, <br>And warded off the devil with a prayer, <br>Still seeming in a golden dream to move <br>Through fiendish labyrinths of forbidden love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when they left us, and we stood alone, <br>I, the last Giustiniani, face to face <br>With your unvisioned beauty, made my own <br>In this, the last strange bridal of our race, <br>And, looking up at last to meet your eyes, <br>Saw in their depths the star of love arise, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, then the monk's garb shrivelled from my heart, <br>And left me man to face your womanhood. <br>Without a prayer to keep our lips apart <br>I turned about and kissed you where you stood, <br>And gathering all the gladness of my life <br>Into a new-found word, I called you 'wife!'</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>
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Could weary one with saying! Once again 
Laying against my brow your lips' soft flame, 
Join with me, Sweetest, in love's new refrain, 
Since the whole music of my late-found life 
Is that we call each ot..."></div>
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