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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Man's Devotion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lover said, 'O Maiden, love me well,<br>For I must go away:<br>And should ANOTHER ever come to tell<br>Of love--What WILL you say?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she let fall a royal robe of hair<br>That folded on his arm<br>And made a golden pillow for her there;<br>Her face--as bright a charm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As ever setting held in kingly crown--<br>Made answer with a look,<br>And reading it, the lover bended down,<br>And, trusting, 'kissed the book.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took a fond farewell and went away.<br>And slow the time went by--<br>So weary--dreary was it, day by day<br>To love, and wait, and sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She kissed his pictured face sometimes, and said:<br>'O Lips, so cold and dumb,<br>I would that you would tell me, if not dead,<br>Why, why do you not come?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The picture, smiling, stared her in the face<br>Unmoved--e'en with the touch<br>Of tear-drops--HERS--bejeweling the case--<br>'Twas plain--she loved him much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, thus she grew to think of him as gay<br>And joyous all the while,<br>And SHE was sorrowing--'Ah, welladay!'<br>But pictures ALWAYS smile!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And years--dull years--in dull monotony<br>As ever went and came,<br>Still weaving changes on unceasingly,<br>And changing, changed her name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was she untrue?--She oftentimes was glad<br>And happy as a wife;<br>But ONE remembrance oftentimes made sad<br>Her matrimonial life.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though its few years were hardly noted, when<br>Again her path was strown<br>With thorns--the roses swept away again,<br>And she again alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then--alas! ah THEN!--her lover came:<br>'I come to claim you now--<br>My Darling, for I know you are the same,<br>And I have kept my vow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through these long, long, long years, and now no more<br>Shall we asundered be!'<br>She staggered back and, sinking to the floor,<br>Cried in her agony:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have been false!' she moaned, '_I_ am not true--<br>I am not worthy now,<br>Nor ever can I be a wife to YOU--<br>For I have broke my vow!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as she kneeled there, sobbing at his feet,<br>He calmly spoke--no sign<br>Betrayed his inward agony--'I count you meet<br>To be a wife of mine!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And raised her up forgiven, though untrue;<br>As fond he gazed on her,<br>She sighed,--'SO HAPPY!' And she never knew<br>HE was a WIDOWER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Of love--What WILL you say?'

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That folded on his arm
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