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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403105" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Princess And The Page</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a legend—you have read it—<br>Of a fair page whom evil spells <br>Held in deep sleep; and men of credit <br>Tried all in vain, the story tells, <br>Week after week, by night and noon, <br>To wake him from his sombre swoon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till one, more knowing than the others, <br>Took counsel of the stars, and said: <br>'We may not rouse this youth, my brothers; <br>But if the queen will bow her head <br>And kiss him on the lips, his soul<br>Straight shall escape the fiend's control.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then he must perish !' in loud chorus <br>The learned men lamenting cried; <br>'Better to let him die before us<br>Than see our queen abase her pride <br>And shame her fame from north to south, <br>Kissing a page upon the mouth.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so in sorrow they departed<br>And through the travelled highways passed. <br>But the strange news their story started<br>Filled all the land, and reached at last <br>The crowded hall where sate alone <br>The fair young monarch on her throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she, being royal, rose in beauty<br>Like dawn over a leafy hill. <br>'Would you then teach your queen her duty?—<br>Now lead me forth to do God's will. <br>Know, were this youth my meanest slave, <br>He should not die whom I could save.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So forth they led her through the palace, <br>Beyond the park and past the gate, <br>Silent as when a sacred chalice <br>Uplifts the rich wine consecrate. <br>In royal pomp of robe and crown<br>Through field and wood they led her down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There in a mossy glade lay sleeping<br>A youth so beautiful, 'tis said, <br>That the still trees were softly keeping <br>A solemn vigil round his bed; <br>And the birds sang sweet lullabies, <br>Fearing lest he should wake and rise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then silken-vestured lords and ladies<br>Circled him like a garland there, <br>Thinking, 'Thrice blest our royal maid is<br>To kiss to life a thing so fair.' <br>And many a damsel envied her, <br>Feeling the aching pulses stir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Simply, divinely, like one praying,<br>The crowned queen passed their shadowed eyes, <br>And knelt beside the youth, and saying,<br>'Now in God's name I bid thee rise,' <br>She bowed and kissed the parted lips, <br>Like a white cloud that moonward dips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as she rose the pale lids lifted<br>Over his dark eyes veiled and drowned,<br>That slowly back to being drifted<br>And in her gaze their refuge found. <br>Then slowly, bold with rapture sweet, <br>He turned and sank before her feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Give me thy love—I love thee only!'— <br>The bold words fluttered like a song. <br>'Thy love!' and from her station lonely <br>The young queen heard and took no wrong, <br>But lifted one white hand to still<br>Murmurs that dared rebuke her will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Blest is thy love, so freely given, <br>As all things freely given are blest. <br>Yea, not in vain thy soul hath striven <br>Even though I grant not thy behest. <br>Over the hills, across the sea,<br>The prince comes who my lord shall be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Over the hills, across the ocean—' <br>The bowed youth echoed, murmuring: <br>Then rose, reeling with dark emotion, <br>And striving to his dream to cling. <br>'Nay, if thou love me not, ah why <br>Didst thou not leave me here to die?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, by my crown, thou art not noble <br>But basely born,' the queen made moan. <br>'Do penance for thy words ignoble— <br>Life is not given for love alone. <br>Oh, purge thee in Christ's altar-flame,<br>And go to battle in His name.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So saying, from the forest hoary<br>She passed, with all who marvelled there;<br>Nor once gazed back—so runs the story— <br>To see him on his knees in prayer.<br>But all this came to pass, they say,<br>Long, long ago, and far away.</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>
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