<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Modern Love XXII: What May the Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What may the woman labour to confess?<br>There is about her mouth a nervous twitch.<br>'Tis something to be told, or hidden:--which?<br>I get a glimpse of hell in this mild guess.<br>She has desires of touch, as if to feel<br>That all the household things are things she knew.<br>She stops before the glass. What sight in view?<br>A face that seems the latest to reveal!<br>For she turns from it hastily, and tossed<br>Irresolute, steals shadow-like to where<br>I stand; and wavering pale before me there,<br>Her tears fall still as oak-leaves after frost.<br>She will not speak. I will not ask. We are<br>League-sundered by the silent gulf between.<br>Yon burly lovers on the village green,<br>Yours is a lower, and a happier star!</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=396809" data-title="Modern Love XXII: What May the Woman de George Meredith" data-description="What may the woman labour to confess? There is about her mouth a nervous twitch. 'Tis something to be told, or hidden:--which? I get a glimpse of hell in this mild guess. She has desires of touch, as if to feel That all the household things are th..."></div> </div> </div>

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