<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403047" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Little Old Maid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She grew, like other girls and flowers,<br>Sheltered and tended daintily; <br>And told her dolls, through sunny hours, <br>A prince would come her love to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And none denied her as she grew<br>The kingdom where her prince was lord.<br>For him she bloomed, and drank the dew <br>Of youth, and wore the virgin's sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From her strong tower of maidenhood <br>She saw brave men ride east and west; <br>And dreamed of peace in love's deep wood, <br>With babies nestling on her breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when no knight her banner bore, <br>Nor hailed her with love's accolade, <br>Silent beside her open door<br>She wondered first, then grew afraid:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Afraid of quickened dust whereof <br>Life made but phantoms for a show; <br>Afraid of laughter and of love, <br>Of God and his unchanging No. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And things the world calls wise and good <br>She did to bid her fear be still; <br>Gave largess of her brains and blood, <br>Chastened her bold, far-wandering will. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, withering ever at the heart, <br>She felt her spirit die unborn. <br>A ghost, she moved on earth apart, <br>And feared to face the angels' scorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</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=403047" data-title="A Little Old Maid de Harriet Monroe" data-description="She grew, like other girls and flowers, Sheltered and tended daintily; And told her dolls, through sunny hours, A prince would come her love to be. And none denied her as she grew The kingdom where her prince was lord. For him she bloomed, and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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