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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Caesar's Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NAY! swear no more, thou woman whom I called<br>Star, Empress, Wife! Were Dian's self to lean<br>From her white altar and with goddess lip<br>Swear thee as pure as her pale breast divine,<br>I could not deem thee purer than I know<br>Thou art indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once, when my triumphs rolled<br>Along old Rome and blood of roses washed<br>The battle-stains from off my chariot-wheels,<br>And triumph's thunders round my legions roared,<br>And kings in kingly bondage golden bound<br>Shook at my charger's foot, past the hot din<br>Of Victory-whose heart of golden pride in wound<br>Most subtly through with fire of subtlest pain-<br>My soul on prouder pinion rose above<br>The Roman shouting, to an air more clear<br>Than that Jove darks with hurtling thunderbolts,<br>Or stains with Jovian revels-that separate sphere,<br>Unshared of gods or man, where thy white feet<br>Caught their sole staining from my ruddy heart,<br>Blazing beneath them; where, when Rome looked up,<br>'Twas with the eyes close shaded with the hand,<br>As at some glory terrible and pure,-<br>For no man being pure, a terror dwells<br>Holy and awful in a sinless thing-<br>And Caesar's wife, the Empress-Matron, sat<br>Above a doubt-as high above a stain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay! how know I what hell first belched abroad<br>Tall flames and slanderous vomitings of smoke,<br>Blown by infernal breathings, till they scaled<br>Thy throne of whiteness, and the very slaves<br>Who crouched in Roman kennels wagged the tongue<br>Against the wife of Caesar: 'Ha! we need not now<br>And opal-shaded stone wherewith to view<br>A stainless glory.' In that day my neck<br>Was bound and yoked with my twin-Caesar's yoke-<br>Man's master, Sorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know thee pure-<br>But Caesar's wife must throne herself so high<br>Upon the hills that touch their snowy crests<br>So close on Heaven that no slanderous Hell<br>Can dash its lava up their swelling sides.<br>I love thee, woman, know thee pure, but thou<br>No more art wife of Caesar. Get thee hence!<br>My heart is hardened as a lonely crag,<br>Grey granite lifted to a greyer sky,<br>And where against its solitary crown<br>Eternal thunders bellow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isabella+Valancy+Crawford">Isabella Valancy Crawford</a><div class=q>
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Star, Empress, Wife! Were Dian's self to lean
From her white altar and with goddess lip
Swear thee as pure as her pale breast divine,
I could not deem thee purer than I know
Thou art indeed.

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