<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384609" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Coquette</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone she sat with her accusing heart,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That, like a restless comrade frightened sleep,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And every thought that found her, left a dart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That hurt her so, she could not even weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her heart that once had been a cup well filled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With love's red wine, save for some drops of gall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knew was empty; though it had not spilled</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its sweets for one, but wasted them on all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stood upon the grave of her dead truth,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And saw her soul's bright armor red with rust,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And knew that all the riches of her youth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were Dead Sea apples, crumbling into dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love that had turned to bitter, biting scorn,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hearthstones despoiled, and homes made desolate,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Made her cry out that she was ever born,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To loathe her beauty and to curse her fate</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=384609" data-title="The Coquette de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Alone she sat with her accusing heart, That, like a restless comrade frightened sleep, And every thought that found her, left a dart That hurt her so, she could not even weep. Her heart that once had been a cup well filled With love's red win..."></div> </div> </div>

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