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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Margaret's Bridal Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>And which of the handsome young men shall it be? <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My daughter, come hither, come hither to me: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>Come, point me your finger on him that you see: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mother, my mother, it never can be: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>For I shall bring shame on the man marries me: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now let your tongue be deep as the sea: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>And the man'll jump for you, right briskly will he: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tall Margaret wept bitterly: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>And as her parent bade did she: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O the handsome young man dropped down on his knee: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>Pale Margaret gave him her hand, woe's me! <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mother, my mother, this thing I must say: <br>There is a rose in the garden; <br>Ere he lies on the breast where that other lay: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, folly, my daughter, for men are men: <br>There is a rose in the garden; <br>You marry them blindfold, I tell you again: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mother, but when he kisses me! <br>There is a rose in the garden; <br>My child, 'tis which shall sweetest be! <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mother, but when I awake in the morn! <br>There is a rose in the garden; <br>My child, you are his, and the ring is worn: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tall Margaret sighed and loosened a tress: <br>There is a rose in the garden; <br>Poor comfort she had of her comeliness <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother will sink if this thing be said: <br>There is a rose in the garden; <br>That my first betrothed came thrice to my bed; <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He died on my shoulder the third cold night: <br>There is a rose in the garden; <br>I dragged his body all through the moonlight: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when I came by my father's door: <br>There is a rose in the garden; <br>I fell in a lump on the stiff dead floor: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O neither to heaven, nor yet to hell: <br>There is a rose in the garden; <br>Could I follow the lover I loved so well! <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bridesmaids slept in their chambers apart: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>Tall Margaret walked with her thumping heart: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The frill of her nightgown below the left breast: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>Had fall'n like a cloud of the moonlighted West: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But where the West-cloud breaks to a star: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>Pale Margaret's breast showed a winding scar: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O few are the brides with such a sign! <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>Though I went mad the fault was mine: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must speak to him under this roof to-night: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>I shall burn to death if I speak in the light: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my breast! I must strike you a bloodier wound: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>Than when I scored you red and swooned: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will stab my honour under his eye: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>Though I bleed to the death, I shall let out the lie: <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happy my bridesmaids! white sleep is with you! <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>Had he chosen among you he might sleep too! <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happy my bridesmaids! your breasts are clean: <br>There is a rose that's ready; <br>You carry no mark of what has been! <br>There's a rose that's ready for clipping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An hour before the chilly beam: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>The bridegroom started out of a dream: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went to the door, and there espied: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>The figure of his silent bride: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went to the door, and let her in: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>Whiter looked she than a child of sin: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looked so white, she looked so sweet: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>She looked so pure he fell at her feet: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fell at her feet with love and awe: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>A stainless body of light he saw: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Margaret, say you are not of the dead! <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>My bride! by the angels at night are you led? <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am not led by the angels about: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>But I have a devil within to let out: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Margaret! my bride and saint! <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>There is on you no earthly taint: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am no saint, and no bride can I be: <br>Red rose and while in the garden; <br>Until I have opened my bosom to thee: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To catch at her heart she laid one hand: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>She told the tale where she did stand: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stood before him pale and tall: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>Her eyes between his, she told him all: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She saw how her body grow freckled and foul: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>She heard from the woods the hooting owl: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With never a quiver her mouth did speak: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>O when she had done she stood so meek! <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bridegroom stamped and called her vile: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>He did but waken a little smile: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bridegroom raged and called her foul: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>She heard from the woods the hooting owl: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He muttered a name full bitter and sore: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>She fell in a lump on the still dead floor: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O great was the wonder, and loud the wail: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>When through the household flew the tale: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old grey mother she dressed the bier: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>With a shivering chin and never a tear: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O had you but done as I bade you, my child! <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>You would not have died and been reviled: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bridegroom he hung at midnight by the bier: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>He eyed the white girl thro' a dazzling tear: <br>And the bird sings over the roses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O had you been false as the women who stray: <br>Red rose and white in the garden; <br>You would not be now with the Angels of Day! <br>And the bird sings over the roses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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The old grey mother she thrummed on her knee: 
There is a rose that's ready; 
And which of the handsome young men shall it be? 
There's a rose that's ready for clipping. 

My daughter, come hither, come hither to me: 
There is a rose that's re..."></div>
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