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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of The Violin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE stood in the curtains played over by light —<br>The tinted curtains — a tired, sweet girl,<br>With exquisite arms under laces of white<br>Like an ivory figure in mother-of-pearl.<br>I entered; she saw me, but made no move;<br>To some I nodded, to some replied;<br>(A violin somewhere was singing of love)<br>She blushed and paled, and I stood at her side.<br>I asked for a dance — she shook her head<br>And laughed like a petted, petulant queen;<br>She had promised them all to others, she said,<br>'And you are so late — and where have you been?'<br>They were talking low in the long, bright room,<br>And I answered her, moving the blind aside —<br>'Out there on the lawn in the velvet gloom,<br>Wooing a woman to make her my bride.'<br>She suddenly shook like a startled dove;<br>Ruffled and paled and hung her head<br>(A violin somewhere was singing of love,<br>And bitter-sweet were the things it said).<br>'This heat is stifling!' — she moved away.<br>'Out here,' I whispered, 'and hark to the tide!'<br>'The woman — where is she?' I heard her say;<br>'Now show me the woman you wooed for a bride.'<br>'Here on the land — and there on the sea,<br>Her feet among roses, her head in the skies;<br>And now do you see her?' She whispered 'I see,'<br>Her hand on my shoulder, a laugh in her eyes.<br>'Do you love her — this lady so mystical, fine?<br>I dwindle before her, a plain little miss;<br>She has stars in her hair — only roses in mine;<br>But the Night has no heart, and the Night cannot kiss.'<br>'Not now, if you please, sir!' — a moment she strove —<br>The curve of my arm softly circled her head . . .<br>A violin somewhere was singing of love,<br>And sweet beyond all were the things it said.</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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The tinted curtains — a tired, sweet girl,
With exquisite arms under laces of white
Like an ivory figure in mother-of-pearl.
I entered; she saw me, but made no move;
To some I nodded, to some re..."></div>
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