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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lord Walter's Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew,<br>And her eyes were alive in their depth, as the kraken beneath the sea-blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Because I fear you,' he answered;--'because you are far too fair,<br>And able to strangle my soul in a mesh of your golfd-coloured hair.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh that,' she said, 'is no reason! Such knots are quickly undone,<br>And too much beauty, I reckon, is nothing but too much sun.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet farewell so,' he answered; --'the sunstroke's fatal at times.<br>I value your husband, Lord Walter, whose gallop rings still from the limes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh that,' she said, 'is no reason. You smell a rose through a fence:<br>If two should smell it what matter? who grumbles, and where's the pretense?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But I,' he replied, 'have promised another, when love was free,<br>To love her alone, alone, who alone from afar loves me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why, that,' she said, 'is no reason. Love's always free I am told.<br>Will you vow to be safe from the headache on Tuesday, and think it will hold?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But you,' he replied, 'have a daughter, a young child, who was laid<br>In your lap to be pure; so I leave you: the angels would make me afraid.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh that,' she said, 'is no reason. The angels keep out of the way;<br>And Dora, the child, observes nothing, although you should please me and stay.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At which he rose up in his anger,--'Why now, you no longer are fair!<br>Why, now, you no longer are fatal, but ugly and hateful, I swear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At which she laughed out in her scorn: 'These men! Oh these men overnice,<br>Who are shocked if a colour not virtuous is frankly put on by a vice.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her eyes blazed upon him--'And you! You bring us your vices so near<br>That we smell them! You think in our presence a thought 'twould defame us to hear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What reason had you, and what right,--I appel to your soul from my life,--<br>To find me so fair as a woman? Why, sir, I am pure, and a wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Is the day-star too fair up above you? It burns you not. Dare you imply<br>I brushed you more close than the star does, when Walter had set me as high?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If a man finds a woman too fair, he means simply adapted too much<br>To use unlawful and fatal. The praise! --shall I thank you for such?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Too fair?--not unless you misuse us! and surely if, once in a while,<br>You attain to it, straightaway you call us no longer too fair, but too vile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A moment,--I pray your attention!--I have a poor word in my head<br>I must utter, though womanly custom would set it down better unsaid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You grew, sir, pale to impertinence, once when I showed you a ring.<br>You kissed my fan when I dropped it. No matter! I've broken the thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You did me the honour, perhaps, to be moved at my side now and then<br>In the senses--a vice, I have heard, which is common to beasts and some men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Love's a virtue for heroes!--as white as the snow on high hills,<br>And immortal as every great soul is that struggles, endures, and fulfils.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXI<br>'I love my Walter profoundly,--you, Maude, though you faltered a week,<br>For the sake of . . . what is it--an eyebrow? or, less still, a mole on the cheek?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXII<br>'And since, when all's said, you're too noble to stoop to the frivolous cant<br>About crimes irresistable, virtues that swindle, betray and supplant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I determined to prove to yourself that, whate'er you might dream or avow<br>By illusion, you wanted precisely no more of me than you have now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There! Look me full in the face!--in the face. Understand, if you can,<br>That the eyes of such women as I am are clean as the palm of a man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXV<br>'Drop his hand, you insult him. Avoid us for fear we should cost you a scar--<br>You take us for harlots, I tell you, and not for the women we are.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You wronged me: but then I considered . . . there's Walter! And so at the end<br>I vowed that he should not be mulcted, by me, in the hand of a friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Have I hurt you indeed? We are quits then. Nay, friend of my Walter, be mine!<br>Come, Dora, my darling, my angel, and help me to ask him to dine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a><div class=q>
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'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew,
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'Because I fear you,' he answered;--'because you are far too fair,
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