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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rich And Poor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the castle-gate my lady stands,<br>Viewing broad acres and spreading lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hill and valley and mead and plain<br>Are all her own, with their wealth of grain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the richest of rich robes she is dressed,<br>A jewel blazes upon her breast;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And her brow is decked with a diadem<br>That glitters with many a precious gem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what to the Lady Wendoline<br>Rich satin garments or jewels fine?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or ripening harvests, or spreading lands-<br>See! she is wringing her milk-white hands!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And her finger is stained with crimson dew<br>Where the ring with the diamond star cut through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a look of pain and wild despair<br>Rests on the face, so young and fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-morrow will be her bridal day,<br>And she will barter herself away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For added wealth and a titled name;<br>'Tis the curse of her station, and whose the blame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She loathes the man who will call her wife,<br>And moans o'er her hapless, loveless life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The joys of wooing she cannot know;<br>My lord, her father, has willed it so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's a piece of merchandise, bought and sold<br>For name, position, and bags of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But people must wed in their own degree,<br>Though hearts may break in their agony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the hill, in the castle's shade,<br>At a cottage door sits an humble maid;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In her cheek the blushes come and go<br>As she stitches away on a robe like snow;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she sings aloud in her happiness-<br>In a joy she cannot hide or repress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close at her side her lover stands,<br>Watching the nimble, sun-browned hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As they draw the needle to and fro<br>Through the robe as white as drift of snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Both hearts are singing a wordless lay,<br>For the morrow will be their bridal day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have only their hands, their love, their health,<br>In place of title, position, and wealth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But which is the rich, and which the poor,<br>The maid at the gate, or the maid in the door?</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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Viewing broad acres and spreading lands.

Hill and valley and mead and plain
Are all her own, with their wealth of grain.

In the richest of rich robes she is dressed,
A jewel blazes upon her breast;

And her bro..."></div>
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