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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Girls's Sin - In Her Eyes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cross child! red, and frowning so?<br>'I, the day just over,<br>Gave a lock of hair to--no!<br>How DARE you say, my lover?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He asked you?--Let me understand;<br>Come, child, let me sound it!<br>'Of course, he WOULD have asked it, and--<br>And so--somehow--he--found it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He told it out with great loud eyes--<br>Men have such little wit!<br>His sin I ever will chastise<br>Because I gave him it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Shameless in me the gift, alas!<br>In him his open bliss:<br>But for the privilege he has<br>A thousand he shall miss!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'His eyes, where once I dreadless laughed,<br>Call up a burning blot:<br>I hate him, for his shameful craft<br>That asked by asking not!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Luckless boy! and all for hair<br>He never asked, you said?<br>'Not just--but then he gazed--I swear<br>He gazed it from my head!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'His silence on my cheek like breath<br>I felt in subtle way;<br>More sweet than aught another saith<br>Was what he did not say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He'll think me vanquished, for this lapse,<br>Who should be above him;<br>Perhaps he'll think me light; perhaps--<br>Perhaps he'll think I--love him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Are his eyes conscious and elate,<br>I hate him that I blush;<br>Or are they innocent, still I hate--<br>They mean a thing's to hush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Before he nought amiss could do,<br>Now all things show amiss;<br>'Twas all my fault, I know that true,<br>But all my fault was his.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I hate him for his mute distress,<br>'Tis insult he should care!<br>Because my heart's all humbleness,<br>All pride is in my air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'With him, each favour that I do<br>Is bold suit's hallowing text;<br>Each gift a bastion levelled, to<br>The next one and the next.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Each wish whose grant may him befall<br>Is clogged by those withstood;<br>He trembles, hoping one means all,<br>And I, lest perhaps it should.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Behind me piecemeal gifts I cast,<br>My fleeing self to save;<br>And that's the thing must go at last,<br>For that's the thing he'd have.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My lock the enforc-ed steel did grate<br>To cut; its root-thrills came<br>Down to my bosom. It might sate<br>His lust for my poor shame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'His sifted dainty this should be<br>For a score ambrosial years!<br>But his too much humility<br>Alarums me with fears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My gracious grace a breach he counts<br>For graceless escalade;<br>And, though he's silent ere he mounts,<br>My watch is not betrayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My heart hides from my soul he's sweet:<br>Ah dread, if he divine!<br>One touch, I might fall at his feet,<br>And he might rise from mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To hear him praise my eyes' brown gleams<br>Was native, safe delight;<br>But now it usurpation seems,<br>Because I've given him right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Before I'd have him not remove,<br>Now would not have him near;<br>With sacrifice I called on Love,<br>And the apparition's Fear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Foolish to give it!--'Twas my whim,<br>When he might parted be,<br>To think that I should stay by him<br>In a little piece of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He always said my hair was soft--<br>What touches he will steal!<br>Each touch and look (and he'll look oft)<br>I almost thought I'd feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And then, when first he saw the hair,<br>To think his dear amazement!<br>As if he wished from skies a star,<br>And found it in his casement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He's kiss the lock--and I had toyed<br>With dreamed delight of this:<br>But ah, in proof, delight was void--<br>I could not SEE his kiss!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, fond one, half this agony<br>Were spared, which my hand hushes,<br>Could you have played, Sweet, the sweet spy,<br>And blushed not for your blushes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q>
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'I, the day just over,
Gave a lock of hair to--no!
How DARE you say, my lover?'

He asked you?--Let me understand;
Come, child, let me sound it!
'Of course, he WOULD have asked it, and--
And so--somehow--he--foun..."></div>
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