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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391540" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Juana</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night-wind shook the tapestry round an ancient palace-room,<br>And torches, as it rose and fell, waved thro' the gorgeous gloom,<br>And o'er a shadowy regal couch threw fitful gleams and red,<br>Where a woman with long raven hair sat watching by the dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pale shone the features of the dead, yet glorious still to see,<br>Like a hunter or a chief struck down while his heart and step were free;<br>No shroud he wore, no robe of death, but there majestic lay,<br>Proudly and sadly glittering in royalty's array. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she that with the dark hair watch'd by the cold slumberer's side,<br>On her wan cheek no beauty dwelt, and in her garb no pride;<br>Only her full impassion'd eyes as o'er that clay she bent,<br>A wildness and a tenderness in strange resplendence blent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the swift thoughts cross'd her soul, like shadows of a cloud,<br>Amidst the silent room of death, the dreamer spoke aloud; <br>She spoke to him who could not hear, and cried, 'Thou yet wilt wake,<br>And learn my watchings and my tears, belov'd one! for thy sake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They told me this was death, but well I knew it could not be;<br>Fairest and stateliest of the earth! who spoke of death for thee?<br>They would have wrapp'd the funeral shroud thy gallant form around,<br>But I forbadeâ€“and there thou art, a monarch, robed and crown'd! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'With all thy bright locks gleaming still, their coronal beneath,<br>And thy brow so proudly beautifulâ€“who said that this was death? <br>Silence hath been upon thy lips, and stillness round thee long,<br>But the hopeful spirit in my breast is all undimm'd and strong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I know thou hast not loved me yet; I am not fair like thee,<br>The very glance of whose clear eye threw round a light of glee!<br>A frail and drooping form is mineâ€“a cold unsmiling cheek,â€“<br>Oh! I have but a woman's heart, wherewith thy heart to seek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But when thou wak'st, my prince, my lord! and hear'st how I have kept<br>A lonely vigil by thy side, and o'er thee pray'd and wept; <br>How in one long, deep dream of thee my nights and days have past,<br>Surely that humble, patient love must win back love at last! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And thou wilt smileâ€“my own, my own, shall be the sunny smile,<br>Which brightly fell, and joyously, on all but me erewhile!<br>No more in vain affection's thirst my weary soul shall pineâ€“<br>Oh! years of hope deferr'd were paid by one fond glance of thine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou'lt meet me with that radiant look when thou com'st from the chase,<br>For me, for me, in festal halls it shall kindle o'er thy face!<br>Thou'lt reck no more tho' beauty's gift mine aspect may not bless;<br>In thy kind eyes this deep, deep love, shall give me loveliness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But wake! my heart within me burns, yet once more to rejoice<br>In the sound to which it ever leap'd, the music of thy voice:<br>Awake! I sit in solitude, that thy first look and tone,<br>And the gladness of thine opening eyes, may all be mine alone.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the still chambers of the dust, thus pour'd forth day by day,<br>The passion of that loving dream from a troubled soul found way,<br>Until the shadows of the grave had swept o'er every grace,<br>Left midst the awfulness of death on the princely form and face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And slowly broke the fearful truth upon the watcher's breast,<br>And they bore away the royal dead with requiems to his rest,<br>With banners and with knightly plumes all waving in the wind,â€“<br>But a woman's broken heart was left in its lone despair behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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