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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384412" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her Last Letter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting alone by the window,<br>Watching the moonlit street,<br>Bending my head to listen<br>To the well-known sound of your feet,<br>I have been wondering, darling,<br>How I can bear the pain,<br>When I watch, with sighs and tear-wet eyes;<br>And wait for your coming in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For I know that a day approaches<br>When your heart will tire of me;<br>When by door and gate I may watch and wait<br>For a form I shall not see.<br>When the love that is now my heaven,<br>The kisses that make my life,<br>You will bestow on another,<br>And that other will be-your wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>You will grow weary of sinning<br>(Though you do not call it so),<br>You will long for a love that is purer<br>Than the love that we two know.<br>God knows I have loved you dearly,<br>With a passion strong as true;<br>But you will grow tired and leave me,<br>Though I gave up all for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I was as pure as the morning<br>When I first looked on your face;<br>I knew I never could reach you<br>In your high, exalted place.<br>But I looked and loved and worshiped<br>As a flower might worship a star,<br>And your eyes shone down upon me,<br>And you seemed so far-so far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And then? Well, then, you loved me,<br>Loved me with all your heart;<br>But we could not stand at the altar,<br>We were so far apart.<br>If a star should wed with a flower<br>The star must drop from the sky,<br>Or the flower in trying to reach it<br>Would droop on its stalk and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But you said that you loved me, darling,<br>And swore by the heavens above<br>That the Lord and all of His angels<br>Would sanction and bless our love.<br>And I? I was weak, not wicked.<br>My love was as pure as true,<br>And sin itself seemed a virtue<br>If only shared by you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We have been happy together,<br>Though under the cloud of sin,<br>But I know that the day approaches<br>When my chastening must begin.<br>You have been faithful and tender,<br>But you will not always be,<br>And I think I had better leave you<br>While your thoughts are kind of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I know my beauty is fading-<br>Sin furrows the fairest brow-<br>And I know that your heart will weary<br>Of the face you smile on now.<br>You will take a bride to your bosom<br>After you turn from me;<br>You will sit with your wife in the moonlight,<br>And hold her babe on your knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, God! I never could bear it;<br>It would madden my brain, I know;<br>And so while you love me dearly<br>I think I had better go.<br>It is sweeter to feel, my darling-<br>To know as I fall asleep-<br>That some one will mourn me and miss me,<br>That some one is left to weep,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than to die as I should in the future,<br>To drop in the street some day,<br>Unknown, unwept and forgotten<br>After you cast me away.<br>Perhaps the blood of the Saviour<br>Can wash my garments clean;<br>Perchance I may drink of the waters<br>That flow through pastures green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Perchance we may meet in heaven,<br>And walk in the streets above,<br>With nothing to grieve us or part us<br>Since our sinning was all through love.<br>God says, 'Love one another,'<br>And down to the depths of hell<br>Will he send the soul of a women<br>Because she loved-and fell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so in the moonlight he found her,<br>Or found her beautiful clay,<br>Lifeless and pallid as marble,<br>For the spirit had flown away.<br>The farewell words she had written<br>She held to her cold, white breast,<br>And the buried blade of a dagger<br>Told how she had gone to rest.</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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Watching the moonlit street,
Bending my head to listen
To the well-known sound of your feet,
I have been wondering, darling,
How I can bear the pain,
When I watch, with sighs and tear-wet eyes;
And wait for your coming..."></div>
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