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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513584" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Guenevere</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a queen, and I have lost my crown;<br>A wife, and I have broken all my vows;<br>A lover, and I ruined him I loved: --<br>There is no other havoc left to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little month ago I was a queen,<br>And mothers held their babies up to see<br>When I came riding out of Camelot.<br>The women smiled, and all the world smiled too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, what woman's eyes would smile on me?<br>I still am beautiful, and yet what child<br>Would think of me as some high, heaven-sent thing,<br>An angel, clad in gold and miniver?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world would run from me, and yet am I<br>No different from the queen they used to love.<br>If water, flowing silver over stones,<br>Is forded, and beneath the horses' feet<br>Grows turbid suddenly, it clears again,<br>And men will drink it with no thought of harm.<br>Yet I am branded for a single fault.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was the flower amid a toiling world,<br>Where people smiled to see one happy thing,<br>And they were proud and glad to raise me high;<br>They only asked that I should be right fair,<br>A little kind, and gowned wondrously,<br>And surely it were little praise to me<br>If I had pleased them well throughout my life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a queen, the daughter of a king.<br>The crown was never heavy on my head,<br>It was my right, and was a part of me.<br>The women thought me proud, the men were kind,<br>And bowed right gallantly to kiss my hand,<br>And watched me as I passed them calmly by,<br>Along the halls I shall not tread again.<br>What if, to-night, I should revisit them?<br>The warders at the gates, the kitchen-maids,<br>The very beggars would stand off from me,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I, their queen, would climb the stairs alone,<br>Pass through the banquet-hall, a loathed thing,<br>And seek my chambers for a hiding-place,<br>And I should find them but a sepulchre,<br>The very rushes rotted on the floors,<br>The fire in ashes on the freezing hearth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a queen, and he who loved me best<br>Made me a woman for a night and day,<br>And now I go unqueened forevermore.<br>A queen should never dream on summer eves,<br>When hovering spells are heavy in the dusk: --<br>I think no night was ever quite so still,<br>So smoothly lit with red along the west,<br>So deeply hushed with quiet through and through.<br>And strangely clear, and deeply dyed with light,<br>The trees stood straight against a paling sky,<br>With Venus burning lamp-like in the west.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walked alone amid a thousand flowers,<br>That drooped their heads and drowsed beneath the dew,<br>And all my thoughts were quieted to sleep.<br>Behind me, on the walk, I heard a step --<br>I did not know my heart could tell his tread,<br>I did not know I loved him till that hour.<br>Within my breast I felt a wild, sick pain,<br>The garden reeled a little, I was weak,<br>And quick he came behind me, caught my arms,<br>That ached beneath his touch; and then I swayed,<br>My head fell backward and I saw his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All this grows bitter that was once so sweet,<br>And many mouths must drain the dregs of it.<br>But none will pity me, nor pity him<br>Whom Love so lashed, and with such cruel thongs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sara+Teasdale">Sara Teasdale</a><div class=q>
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A wife, and I have broken all my vows;
A lover, and I ruined him I loved: --
There is no other havoc left to do.

A little month ago I was a queen,
And mothers held their babies up to see
When I came riding..."></div>
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