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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Captain's Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not say the day is long and weary,<br>For while thou art content to be away,<br>Living in thee, oh Love, I live thy day,<br>And reck not if mine own be sad and dreary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I do not count its sorrows or its charms:<br>It lies as cold, as empty, and as dead,<br>As lay my wedding-dress beside my bed<br>When I was clothed in thy dear arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet there is something here within this breast<br>Which, like a flower that never blossoms, lieth;<br>And tho' in words and tears my sorrow crieth,<br>I know that it hath never been exprest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Something that blindly yearneth to be known,<br>And doth not burn, nor rage, nor leap, nor dart;<br>But struggles in the sickness of my heart,<br>As a root struggles in a vault of stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now, by my wedding-ring,<br>I charge thee do not move<br>That heavy stone that on the vault doth lie;<br>I charge thee be of merry cheer, my love,<br>Nor ever let me know that thou dost sigh,<br>For, ah! how light a thing<br>Would shake me with the sorrow I deny!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I am as one who hid a giant's child<br>In her deep prison, and, from year to year,<br>He grew to his own stature, fierce and wild,<br>And what she took for love she kept for fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, thou enchanter, who dost hold the spells<br>Of all my sealèd cells,<br>Oh Love, that hast been silent all too long,<br>A little longer, Love, oh, silent be;<br>My secret hath waxed strong,<br>My giant hath grown up to angry age;<br>Do thou but say the word that sets him free,<br>And, lo! he tears me in his rage!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I do not say the day is sad and dreary,<br>For while thou art content to be away,<br>Living in thee, oh Love, I live thy day,<br>And reck not if mine own be wan and weary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I look down on it from my far love-dream,<br>As some drowned saint may see with musing eyes<br>Her lifeless body float adown the stream,<br>While she is smiling in her skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But do thou silence keep!<br>For I am one who walketh on the ledge<br>Of some great rock's sheer edge:<br>I walk in beauty and in light,<br>Self-balanced on the height:<br>A breath!-and I am breathless in the deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, my own Love, I warn<br>Thy grief to be as still as they who tread<br>The snow of alpine peak,<br>And see the pendulous avalanche o'erhead<br>Hang like a dew-drop on a thorn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I charge thee silence keep!<br>My life stands breathless by her agony,<br>Oh, do not bid her leap!<br>I am as calm as air<br>Before a summer storm;<br>The ocean of my thoughts hath ceased to roll;<br>This living heart that doth not beat is warm;<br>I think the stillness of my face is fair;<br>The cloud that fills my soul<br>Is not a cloud of pain.<br>Beware, beware! one rash<br>Sweet glance may be the flash<br>That brings it raving down in thunder and in rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No, do not speak:<br>Nor, oh! let any tell of thy pale cheek,<br>Nor paint the silent sorrow of thine eye,<br>Nor tell me thou art fond, or gay, or glad;<br>For, ah! so tuned and lightly strung am I,<br>That howsoe'er thou stir, I ring thereby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thy manly voice is deep,<br>But if thou touch from sleep<br>The woman's treble of my shrill reply,<br>Ah, who shall say thine echoes may not weep?<br>A jester's ghost is sad,<br>The shades of merriest flowers do mow and creep,<br>And oh, the vocal shadows that should fly<br>About the simplest word that thou canst say,<br>What after spell shall ever lay?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Hast thou forgot when I sat down to sing<br>To my forsaken harp, long, long ago,<br>How thou, for sport, wouldst strike a single string,<br>And hark the hovering chorus come and go,<br>Low and high, high and low,<br>Till round the throbbing wire<br>Rose such a quivering quire,<br>As all King David's wives were echoing<br>The tenor of their king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Like those dear strings, my silent soul is full<br>Of cries, as a ripe fruit is full of wine.<br>The fruit is hanging fair and beautiful,<br>And dry-eyed as a rose in the sunshine,<br>But try it with a single touch of thine,<br>And, lo! the drops that start,<br>And all the golden vintage of its heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So, thinking of thy debt to Love and me,<br>In some dull hour beyond the sea,<br>Do thou but only say-<br>As carelessly as men do pay their debts-<br>'Oh, weary day!'<br>And that one sigh o'ersets<br>The hive of my regrets,<br>'Ah, weary, weary day,<br>Oh, weary, weary day,<br>Oh, day so weary, oh, day so dreary,<br>Oh, weary, weary, weary, weary, weary,<br>Oh, weary, weary!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</a><div class=q>
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For while thou art content to be away,
Living in thee, oh Love, I live thy day,
And reck not if mine own be sad and dreary.


I do not count its sorrows or its charms:
It lies as cold, as empty, and as dead,..."></div>
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