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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beginning Of End</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was aweary of the hovering<br>Of Love's incessant tumultuous wing;<br>Her lover's tokens she would answer not--<br>'Twere well she should be strange with him somewhat:<br>A pretty babe, this Love,--but fie on it,<br>That would not suffer her lay it down a whit!<br>Appointed tryst defiantly she balked,<br>And with her lightest comrade lightly walked,<br>Who scared the chidden Love to hide apart,<br>And peep from some unnoticed corner of her heart.<br>She thought not of her lover, deem it not<br>(There yonder, in the hollow, that's HIS cot),<br>But she forgot not that he was forgot.<br>She saw him at his gate, yet stilled her tongue--<br>So weak she felt her, that she would feel strong,<br>And she must punish him for doing him wrong:<br>Passed, unoblivious of oblivion still;<br>And if she turned upon the brow o' the hill,<br>It was so openly, so lightly done,<br>You saw she thought he was not thought upon.<br>He through the gate went back in bitterness;<br>She that night woke and stirred, with no distress,<br>Glad of her doing,--sedulous to be glad,<br>Lest perhaps her foolish heart suspect that it was sad.</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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Of Love's incessant tumultuous wing;
Her lover's tokens she would answer not--
'Twere well she should be strange with him somewhat:
A pretty babe, this Love,--but fie on it,
That would not suffer her lay it down a wh..."></div>
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