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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509129" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Her Door</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OPEN! Open! Open!<br>I am here at your door outside;<br>The sea's blue tide flows speedily,<br>And ebbs a thin red tide.'<br>The woman rose from her warm white bed,<br>Threw back her hair and smiled;<br>The ears of scorn heard the words of love,<br>And the wind and the words were wild.<br>'Wake! Awake! Awake!<br>And hearken the woe outside;<br>The moon is hid in cloudiness;<br>Calleth and calleth the tide.'<br>The woman stood in the silence still<br>As a thing men carve from stone.<br>Her eyes burned largely in the dark,<br>And the smile, like a stain, stayed on.<br>'Listen! Listen! Listen!<br>Hear you the rain to-night?<br>A warm dark rain is falling too,<br>And I grow ghostly-white.'<br>The woman took three steps and bowed;<br>The smile waned from her lip;<br>She heard the dripping of the rain<br>And a soft thick other drip.<br>'Open! Open! Open!<br>I die in the dark alone.<br>My voice goes up in weariness<br>Against your heart of stone.'<br>The moon to a cloud-cleft stealing<br>Gazed down on the yearning tide;<br>The woman opened the streaming door<br>And stood in the rain outside.<br>Silence! Stillness! She whispers,<br>'Ah, Love, that death should be!'<br>He sighed, 'Your lips are loveliness!'<br>And she sobbed, 'Woe is me!'<br>The woman pressed his dead white face<br>With her face as deadly white:<br>The moon drew in behind a cloud,<br>And the tide moaned through the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q>
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I am here at your door outside;
The sea's blue tide flows speedily,
And ebbs a thin red tide.'
The woman rose from her warm white bed,
Threw back her hair and smiled;
The ears of scorn heard the words of love,
And the wind and th..."></div>
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