<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Modern Love XV: I Think She Sleeps</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think she sleeps: it must be sleep, when low <br>Hangs that abandoned arm toward the floor; <br>The face turned with it. Now make fast the door. <br>Sleep on: it is your husband, not your foe. <br>The Poet's black stage-lion of wronged love, <br>Frights not our modern dames:--well if he did! <br>Now will I pour new light upon that lid, <br>Full-sloping like the breasts beneath. 'Sweet dove, <br>Your sleep is pure. Nay, pardon: I disturb. <br>I do not? good!' Her waking infant-stare <br>Grows woman to the burden my hands bear: <br>Her own handwriting to me when no curb <br>Was left on Passion's tongue. She trembles through; <br>A woman's tremble--the whole instrument:-- <br>I show another letter lately sent. <br>The words are very like: the name is new.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396803" data-title="Modern Love XV: I Think She Sleeps de George Meredith" data-description="I think she sleeps: it must be sleep, when low Hangs that abandoned arm toward the floor; The face turned with it. Now make fast the door. Sleep on: it is your husband, not your foe. The Poet's black stage-lion of wronged love, Frights not ou..."></div> </div> </div>

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