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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509940" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After The Ball</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence now reigns in the corridors wide,<br>The stately rooms of that mansion of pride;<br>The music is hushed, the revellers gone,<br>The glitt’ring ball-room deserted and lone,—<br>Silence and gloom, like a clinging pall,<br>O’ershadow the house—’tis after the ball. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet a light still gleams in a distant room,<br>Where sits a girl in her “first season’s bloom;”<br>Look at her closely, is she not fair,<br>With exquisite features, rich silken hair<br>And the beautiful, child-like, trusting eyes<br>Of one in the world’s ways still unwise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wreath late carefully placed on her brow<br>She has flung on a distant foot-stool now;<br>The flowers, exhaling their fragrance sweet,<br>Lie crushed and withering at her feet;<br>Gloves and tablets she has suffered to fall—<br>She seems so weary after the ball! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, more than weary! How still and white,<br>With rose-tipped fingers entwined so tight:<br>A grieved, pained look on that forehead fair,<br>One which it never before did wear,<br>And soft eyes gleam through a mist of tears,<br>Telling of secret misgivings and fears. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, what is it all? Why, some April care,<br>Or some childish trifle, baseless as air;<br>For the griefs that call forth girlhood’s tears<br>Would but win a smile in maturer years,<br>When the heart has learned, ’mid pain and strife,<br>Far sterner lessons from the book of life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! far better for thee, poor child, I ween,<br>Had thy night been spent in some calmer scene,<br>Communing with volume or friend at will,<br>Or in innocent slumber, calm and still;<br>Thou would’st not feel so heart-weary of all<br>As thou to night thou feelest, “after the ball!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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The stately rooms of that mansion of pride;
The music is hushed, the revellers gone,
The glitt’ring ball-room deserted and lone,—
Silence and gloom, like a clinging pall,
O’ershadow the house—’ti..."></div>
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