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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Duet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was smoking a cigarette; <br>Maud, my wife, and the tenor McKey<br>Were singing together a blithe duet, <br>And days it were better I should forget<br> Came suddenly back to me, <br>Days when life seemed a gay masque ball<br>And to love and be loved as the sum of it all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As they sang together the whole scene fled, <br>The room’s rich hangings, the sweet home air, <br>Stately Maud, with her proud blonde head, <br>And I seemed to see in her place instead<br> A wealth of blue-black hair, <br>And a face, ah! your face, - yours, Lisette, <br>A face it were wiser I should forget.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were back – well, no matter when or where, <br>But you remember, I know, Lisette, <br>I saw you, dainty, and debonnaire, <br>With the very same look you used to wear<br> In the days I should forget.<br>And your lips, as red as the vintage we quaffed, <br>Were pearl-edged bumpers of wine when you laughed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two small slippers with big rosettes<br>Peeped out under your kilt-skirt there, <br>While we sat smoking our cigarettes<br>(Oh, I shall be dust when my heart forgets!) <br> And singing that selfsame air; <br>And between the verses for interlude, <br>I kissed your throat, and your shoulders nude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were so full of a subtle fire, <br>You were so warm and so sweet, Lisette; <br>You were everything men admire, <br>And there were no fetters to make us tire; <br> For you were – a pretty grisette.<br> But you loved, as only such natures can, <br>With a love that makes heaven of hell for a man.<br>	*	*	*	*<br>They have ceased singing that old duet, <br>Stately Maud and the tenor McKey.<br>‘You are burning your coat with your cigarette, <br>And qu’avez-vous, dearest, your lids are wet, ’<br> Maud says, as she leans o’er me.<br>And I smile, and lie to her, husband-wise, <br>‘Oh, it is nothing but smoke in my eyes.’</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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Maud, my wife, and the tenor McKey
Were singing together a blithe duet, 
And days it were better I should forget
 Came suddenly back to me, 
Days when life seemed a gay masque ball
And to love and be loved as the sum of..."></div>
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