<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509461" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Perdita</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is beautiful yet, with her wondrous hair <br> And eyes that are stormy with fitful light, <br>The delicate hues of brow and cheek <br> Are unmarred all, rose-clear and bright; <br>That matchless frame yet holds at bay <br>The crouching bloodhounds, Remorse, Decay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no fear in her great dark eyes -- <br> No hope, no love, no care, <br>Stately and proud she looks around <br> With a fierce, defiant stare; <br>Wild words deform her reckless speech, <br>Her laugh has a sadness tears never reach. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whom should she fear on earth? Can Fate <br> One direr torment lend <br>To her few little years of glitter and gloom <br> With the sad old story to end <br>When the spectres of Loneliness, Want and Pain <br>Shall arise one night with Death in their train? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see in a vision a woman like her <br> Trip down an orchard slope, <br>With rosy prattlers that shout a name <br> In tones of rapture and hope; <br>While the yeoman, gazing at children and wife, <br>Thanks God for the pride and joy of his life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose conscience is heavy with this dark guilt? <br> Who pays at the final day <br>For a wasted body, a murdered soul, <br> And how shall he answer, I say, <br>For her outlawed years, her early doom, <br>And despair -- despair -- beyond the tomb?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rolf+Boldrewood">Rolf Boldrewood</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509461" data-title="Perdita de Rolf Boldrewood" data-description="She is beautiful yet, with her wondrous hair And eyes that are stormy with fitful light, The delicate hues of brow and cheek Are unmarred all, rose-clear and bright; That matchless frame yet holds at bay The crouching bloodhounds, Remorse, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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