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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=456047" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Abandoned</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE sat by the wayside and wept, where roses, red roses and white,<br>Lay wasted and withered and sere, like her life and its ruined delight;<br>Like chaff blown about in the wind whirled roses, white roses and red,<br>And pale, on night's threshold, the moon bent over the day that was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat by the wayside and wept; far over the desolate plain<br>A noise as of one that is weeping re-echoed in wind and in rain,<br>And the long dim line of the spectral poplars with dolorous wail<br>Nodded their bald-headed tops as they chattered with cold in the gale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat by the wayside and wept in a passion of vain desire,<br>And her weak heart fluttered and failed like the flame of a faltering fire,<br>Fluttered and failed in her breast like the broken wing of a bird<br>When its feathers are dabbled with gore, and the low last gurgle is heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And behold, like balm on her soul, while she sat by the wayside and wept,<br>There came a forgetting of sorrow, a lulling of grief, and she slept;<br>Yea, like the wings of a dove when cooing it broods on the nest,<br>So the wings of slumber about her assuaged and filled her with rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a light that was not the sun's nor the moon's light illumined her brain;<br>From afar in the country of dreams three maidens stole over the plain,<br>Three loveliest maidens they were, like roses, red roses and white;<br>And behold the earth and the heavens were glorified in their light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the first of the maidens was fair, as fair as the blue-kirtled Spring,<br>When she comes with a snowfall of blossoms and a rustling of birds on the wing,<br>When a glimmer of green like a tide rolls over the woodland and vales,<br>And odours are blown on the winds with the song of the nightingales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The second was loftier of stature, a huntress of grief;<br>The wilderness glowed as she passed and broke into blossom and leaf;<br>Yea, it seemed that her upturned eyes, with their fathomless gaze,<br>Could pierce to the shining stars through the veil of the noonday blaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the third was a splendour incarnate, a luminous form,<br>Thrilling with raptures that keep the heart of the cold earth warm,<br>Who hidden far in the mystical glory of quivering rays<br>Sets the whole world on fire for an absolute sight of her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But darkling ever they see her, and ever as through a veil,<br>For if naked she lightens upon them, their lives must shrivel and fail,<br>Must fail and shrivel consumed by that burst of insufferable light,<br>As a tree set on fire by lightning which burns to the ground in a night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first one kissed her cheek, her cheek grew pallid and wan:<br>'Goodbye,' she cried, 'we must part; I am Youth, and I follow the sun;<br>I am Youth, and I love to build in the heart that is buoyant and gay;<br>Goodbye, we shall meet not again,' she cried, as she fluttered away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The second she kissed her eyes, then the glamour went out of their gaze,<br>Through the magical show she beheld life staring her straight in the face;<br>With a terrible Gorgon stare that turned her heart into stone--<br>'Adieu,' she sighed, 'I am Hope, all is over between us and done.'<br>The third one she kissed her lips, and the kiss was a quenchless fire,<br>It burned up her life like a victim's in the flames of a funeral pyre--<br>'Farewell,' she wailed, 'I am Love,' and her wings were spread as for flight--<br>It seemed like the wail of the wind as they left her alone with the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mathilde+Blind">Mathilde Blind</a><div class=q>
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Like chaff blown about in the wind whirled roses, white roses and red,
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