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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510013" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Two Birth Nights</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright glittering lights are gleaming in yonder mansion proud,<br>And within its walls are gathered a gemmed and jewelled crowd;<br>Robes of airy gauze and satin, diamonds and rubies bright,<br>Rich festoons of glowing flowers—truly ’tis a wondrous sight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time and care and gold were lavished that it might be, every way,<br>The success of all the season—brilliant fashionable gay.<br>’Tis the birth night of the heiress of this splendor wealth and state,<br>The sole child, the only darling, of a household of the great. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the strains of the fast galop on the perfumed air arise,<br>Rosy cheeks are turning carmine, brighter grow the brightest eyes,<br>As the whirling crowds of dancers pass again and yet again—<br>Girls coquettish, silly women, vapid and unmeaning men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">’Tis a scene to fill the thoughtful with a silent, vague dismay,<br>And from its unholy magic we are fain to steal away;<br>Out here in the quiet moonlight we may pause awhile and rest,<br>Whilst the solemn stars of heaven bring back peace unto our breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft! who is the fair young being—she who nightly joins us now,<br>In a robe of airy lightness, and with jewels on her brow,<br>Fair as the most fair ideal dreaming poet e’er inspired,<br>Or as lover, charmed by beauty, ever worshipped and admired. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange! what means that look so weary, that long-drawn and painful sigh;<br>And that gaze, intense and yearning, fixed upon the starlit sky?<br>Is she not the child of fortune, fortune’s pet and darling bright,<br>Yes, the beauteous, courted heiress—heroine of the gala night? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the crowds of ardent lovers, who would beset her way,<br>Sickened by their whispered flatt’ries, she has coldly turned away;<br>And, as now the thrilling music falls upon her wearied ear,<br>She cannot resist a shudder, caused by mingled hate and fear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“This is pleasure, then,” she murmurs; this is what the world calls bliss,<br>Oh! for objects less unworthy, for a holier life than this!<br>I am weary of its folly. O, Great Father, grant my boon:<br>“From its sinful, silken meshes, I pray Thee, free me soon!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did He answer? Now another year has passed with rapid flight,—<br>O’er the crowded, silent city broods the spirit of the night;<br>In the sick wards of the convent, fever-stricken, gasping, lies,<br>One with death’s damps on his brow, and its film o’er his eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There beside him kneels a Sister, in coarse dusky robe and veil,<br>And with gentle care she moistens those poor lips so dry and pale;<br>Now she whispers hope and courage, now she tells of Heaven bright—<br>Thus it is the gentle heiress celebrates her next birth-night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a trace of weary languor rests upon that ivory brow,<br>No vague sigh of restless yearning e’er escapes her bosom now;<br>Yet more fair and happy looks she, in that simple garb I ween,<br>Than when, robed in lace and jewels, she was called a ballroom’s queen.</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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And within its walls are gathered a gemmed and jewelled crowd;
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Rich festoons of glowing flowers—truly ’tis a wondrous sig..."></div>
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