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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464738" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fools</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BELOW, the street was hoarse with cries, <br>With groan of carts and scuffling feet, <br>With laughter worse than blasphemies, <br>Was choked with dust and blind with heat, <br>This room was still--too still for peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It heard the livid words we said <br>Of hate and passion, watched us where <br>I sat, as one beside the dead-- <br>You lay with all your glorious hair <br>Flung on the crazy bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moment's passion ended brought-- <br>Ah, child, to you what did it bring? <br>What could it, but one hideous thought <br>To us so tired of everything, <br>And hating what we sought?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">--So tired of all this grey room meant, <br>Of life together, shackled cold, <br>Or bound in flame so different <br>From the swift, white desire of old, <br>The old, divine consent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor room, so meanly intimate! <br>Our dirty clothes sprawled on a chair, <br>Combs, candle-ends, and grimy plate <br>Littered the table, paper and hair <br>Forlornely choked the grate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I so passionate, you such <br>A wild sweet plunderer of bliss <br>Soon fallen in our own folly's clutch, <br>Finding how wrong, how mad it is <br>To know, to love, too much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You rose, but with no woman's care <br>For all the beauty that is hers, <br>Pent up your out-burst storm of hair <br>And fetched your cloak and found your purse, <br>And matched my sullen stare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild words so often said before <br>Escape us in the old fierce way. <br>You cried, &quot;I shall return no more!&quot; <br>I said, &quot;I shall no longer stay!&quot; <br>You closed the grumbling door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mirror grinned, &quot;They are still one.&quot; <br>The cupboard gasped, &quot;Their clothes are here.&quot; <br>The ghastly bed said with a leer, <br>&quot;I shall not sleep alone!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They knew what took us years to learn, <br>That Habit terrible and slow <br>Doth Love and Hate alike inurn. <br>They knew too well I should not go, <br>They knew you would return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muriel+Stuart">Muriel Stuart</a><div class=q>
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With groan of carts and scuffling feet, 
With laughter worse than blasphemies, 
Was choked with dust and blind with heat, 
This room was still--too still for peace.

It heard the livid words we said 
Of ha..."></div>
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