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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384318" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At The Hop</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Tis time to dress. Dost hear the music surging<br> Like sobbing waves that roll up from the sea? <br>Yes, yes, I hear – I yield – no need of urging; <br> I know your wishes, - send Lisette to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hate the ballroom; hate its gilded pleasure; <br> I hate the crowd within it, well you know; <br>But what of that? I am your lawful treasure –<br> And when you would display me I must go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You bought me with a mother’s pain and trouble.<br> I’ve been a great expense to you always.<br>And now, if you can sell me, and get double<br> The sum cost – why, what have I to say? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You’ve done your duty: kept me in the fashion, <br> And shown off me at every stylish place.<br>‘Twas not your fault I had a heart of passion; <br> ‘Twas not your fault I ever saw his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dream was brief, and beautiful, and tender, <br> (O, God! to live those golden hours once more.<br>The silver moonlight, and his dark eyes’ splendour, <br> The sky above us, and the sea below.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, come, Lisette, bring out those royal laces; <br> To-night must make the victory complete.<br>Among the crowd of masked and smiling faces, <br> I’ll move with laughter, and with smiles most sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Make me most fair! with youth and grace and beauty.<br> I needs must conquer bloated age and gold.<br>She shall not say I have not done my duty; <br> I’m ready now – a daughter to be sold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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