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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383522" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her Going</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wife <br>Child, why do you linger beside her portal? <br>None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor* <br>All is dark, hidden in heaviest leafage. <br>None shall behold you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Truth<br>Gone, gone, the dear, the beautiful lady! <br>I, her comrade, tarry but to lament her.<br>Ah, the day of her vanishing all things lovely <br>Shared in her fleetness! <br>Tell me her going. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wife <br>You are a child. How tell you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Truth<br>I am a child, yet old as the earliest sorrow. <br>Talk to me as you would to an old, old woman. <br>I own the ages.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wife <br>Voices, they say, gossipped around her dwelling. <br>She awoke, departing, they say, in silence. <br>I am glad she is gone. The old hurt fastens. <br>Hate is upon me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was hard to live down the day, and wonder, <br>Wonder why the tears were forever welling, <br>Wonder if on his lips her kiss I tasted <br>Turning to claim him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Truth<br>Jealousy, mad, brooding blind and unfettered, <br>Takes its terrible leap over lie and malice. <br>Who shall question her now in the land of shadow? <br>Who shal1 uphold her?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wife <br>It was hard to know that peace had forsaken <br>All my house, to greet with a dull endeavor <br>Babe or book, so to forget a moment <br>I was forgotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Truth<br>Who shall question her now in the land of shadow, <br>Question the mute pale lips, and the marble fingers, <br>Eyelids fallen on eyes grown dim as the autumn? <br>Ah, the beloved! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wife <br>Go, go, bringer of ache and discord! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Truth<br>Go I may not. Some, they think to inter me. <br>Out of the mold and clay my visible raiment <br>Rises forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wife <br>Hers the sin that lured the light from our threshold, <br>Hers the sin that I lost his love and grew bitter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Truth<br>Lost his love? You never possessed it, woman. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Wife <br>Sharp tongue, have pity! . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, I knew. But I loved him, hoping for all. <br>I said in my heart: 'Time shall bring buds to blossom.' <br>I almost saw the flower of the flame descending. <br>Then she came toying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is mine, mine, by the laws of the ages! <br>Mine, mine, mine yes, body and spirit! <br>I am glad she has gone her way to the shadow. <br>Hate is upon me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the bar over which my soul would see <br>All that eludes my soul, while he remembers! <br>You, dispel if you can my avenging passion <br>Clouds are before me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eleanor+Agnes+Lee">Eleanor Agnes Lee</a><div class=q>
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Child, why do you linger beside her portal? 
None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor* 
All is dark, hidden in heaviest leafage. 
None shall behold you. 

Truth
Gone, gone, the dear, the beautiful lady! 
I, her comrade, tarry but t..."></div>
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