<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384529" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Over the Banisters</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the banisters bends a face, <br>Daringly sweet and beguiling. <br>Somebody stands in careless grace, <br>And watches the picture, smiling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light burns dim in the hall below, <br>Nobody sees her standing, <br>Saying good-night again, soft and slow, <br>Half way up to the landing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody only the eyes of brown, <br>Tender and full of meaning, <br>That smile on the fairest face in town, <br>Over the banisters leaning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tired and sleepy, with drooping head, <br>I wonder why she lingers; <br>Now, when the good-nights all are said, <br>Why somebody holds her fingers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He holds her fingers and draws her down, <br>Suddenly growing bolder, <br>Till the loose hair drops its masses brown, <br>Like a mantle over his shoulder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the banisters soft hands, fair, <br>Brush his cheeks like a feather, <br>And bright brown tresses and dusky hair, <br>Meet and mingle together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a question asked, there's a swift caress, <br>She has flown like a bird from the hallway, <br>But over the banisters drops a &quot;yes,&quot; <br>That shall brighten the world for him alway.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384529" data-title="Over the Banisters de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Over the banisters bends a face, Daringly sweet and beguiling. Somebody stands in careless grace, And watches the picture, smiling. The light burns dim in the hall below, Nobody sees her standing, Saying good-night again, soft and slow, Hal..."></div> </div> </div>

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