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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Choice Of Sweet Shy Clare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair as a wreath of fresh spring flowers, a band of maidens lay<br>On the velvet sward—enjoying the golden summer day;<br>And many a ringing silv’ry laugh on the calm air clearly fell,<br>With fancies sweet, which their rosy lips, half unwilling, seemed to tell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They spoke, as maidens often speak, of that ideal one<br>By whom the wealth of their warm young hearts will at length be wooed and won—<br>Fond girlish dreams! and half in jest and half in serious strain,<br>Each told of the gifts that could alone the prize of her love obtain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first who spoke was a bright-eyed girl, with a form of airy grace,<br>Mirth beaming in every dimple sweet of her joyous smiling face:<br>“I ask not much in the favor’d one who this dainty hand would gain;—<br>No ordeal long would I ask of him—no hours of mental pain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Let him but come in the pomp of rank, endowed with wealth and pride,<br>To woo to a lofty palace home his youthful, worshipped bride,<br>Heaping my path with presents rare, with radiant jewels and gold,—<br>Love’s flame ’neath poverty’s breath, ’tis said, soon waxes faint and cold.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outspoke another, with proud dark eye, and a stately, regal mien:<br>“Thou saidst thou wast easily pleased, May, and so thou art, I ween,<br>Thou askest paltry rank and wealth—aim higher would be mine!<br>Rare mental gold—the priceless fire of genius divine.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And I,” said a third, with soft sweet voice, “would exact still less than ye,<br>No need for glitter of lofty state, no gold or jewels for me;<br>Nor ask I that genius’ lofty power in his ardent soul should dwell,<br>Enough, if he love but me alone, and love me only well!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another said that her choice would fall on manly beauty and grace,<br>That he she would love must matchless stand, the noblest of his race,<br>Excelling in sports of flood and field, and as lion brave in war,<br>Yet, with hand and voice, in lady’s bower, attuned to light guitar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, with one accord, they turned to a dove-like maiden mild,<br>With a seraph’s purity of look, and soft graces of a child;<br>“Speak out, speak out now, sweet shy Clare, we anxious wait for thee,<br>Coy, gentle one! fear not to say what thy heart’s young choice will be.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A moment paused she, and then a flush, like sunset, dyed her brow,<br>And softly she murmured “Sisters, dear, I have made my choice ere now,<br>And the rarest gifts that you could name, be they earthly or divine.<br>In strange perfection—God like grace—will be found all, all in mine.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She ceased, and a thoughtful silence stole o’er those youthful brows of mirth,<br>They knew she spoke of the Bridegroom King—the Lord of Heaven and earth;<br>And e’er fleet time of another year had sounded the passing knell,<br>The maiden Clare and her Bridegroom fair were wedded in convent cell.</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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