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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529199" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sisters' Tragedy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A.D. 1670</div><div style="margin:10px 0">AGLÄE, a widow.<br>MURIEL, her unmarried sister.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It happened once, in that brave land that lies <br>For half the twelvemonth wrapt in sombre skies, <br>Two sisters loved one man. He being dead, <br>Grief loosed the lips of her he had not wed, <br>And all the passion that through heavy years <br>Had masked in smiles unmasked itself in tears. <br>No purer love may mortals know than this, <br>The hidden love that guards another's bliss. <br>High in a turret's westward-facing room, <br>Whose painted window held the sunset's bloom, <br>The two together grieving, each to each <br>Unveiled her soul with sobs and broken speech.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Both were young, in life's rich summer yet; <br>And one was dark, with tints of violet <br>In hair and eyes, and one was blond as she <br>Who rose--a second daybreak--from the sea, <br>Gold-tressed and azure-eyed. In that lone place, <br>Like dusk and dawn, they sat there face to face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She spoke the first whose strangely silvering hair <br>No wreath had worn, nor widow's weed might wear, <br>And told her blameless love, and knew no shame-- <br>Her holy love that, like a vestal flame <br>Beside the body of some queen <br>Within a guarded crypt, had burned unseen <br>From weary year to year. And she who heard <br>Smiled proudly through her tears and said no word, <br>But, drawing closer, on the troubled brow <br>Laid one long kiss, and that was words enow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MURIEL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be still, my heart! Grown patient with thine ache, <br>Thou shouldst be dumb, yet needs must speak, or break. <br>The world is empty now that he is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">AGLÄE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, sweetheart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MURIEL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">None was like him, no, not one. <br>From other men he stood apart, alone <br>In honor spotless as unfallen snow. <br>Nothing all evil was it his to know; <br>His charity still found some germ, some spark <br>Of light in natures that seemed wholly dark. <br>He read men's souls; the lowly and the high <br>Moved on the self-same level in his eye. <br>Gracious to all, to none subservient, <br>Without offence he spake the word he meant-- <br>His word no trick of tact or courtly art, <br>But the white flowering of the noble heart. <br>Careless he was of much the world counts gain, <br>Careless of self, too simple to be vain, <br>Yet strung so finely that for conscience-sake <br>He would have gone like Cranmer to the stake. <br>I saw--how could I help but love? And you--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">AGLÄE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At this perfection did I worship too . . . <br>'T was this that stabbed me. Heed not what I say! <br>I meant it not, my wits are gone astray, <br>With all that is and has been. No, I lie-- <br>Had he been less perfection, happier I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">MURIEL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange words and wild! 'T is the distracted mind <br>Breathes them, not you, and I no meaning find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">AGLÄE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet 't were as plain as writing on a scroll <br>had you but eyes to read within my soul.-- <br>How a grief hidden feeds on its own mood, <br>Poison's the healthful currents of the blood <br>With bitterness, and turns the heart to stone! <br>I think, in truth, 't were better to make moan, <br>And so be done with it. This many a year, <br>Sweetheart, have I laughed lightly and made cheer, <br>Pierced through with sorrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the widowed one <br>With sorrowfullest eyes beneath the sun, <br>Faltered, irresolute, and bending low <br>Her head, half whispered,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear, how could you know? <br>What masks are faces!--yours, unread by me <br>These seven long summers; mine, so placidly <br>Shielding my woe! No tremble of the lip, <br>No cheek's quick pallor let our secret slip! <br>Mere players we, and she that played the queen, <br>Now in her homespun, looks how poor and mean! <br>How shall I say it, how find words to tell <br>What thing it was for me made earth a hell <br>That else had been my heaven! 'T would blanch your cheek <br>Were I to speak it. Nay, but I will speak, <br>Since like two souls at compt we seem to stand, <br>Where nothing may be hidden. Hold my hand, <br>But look not at me! Noble 't was, and meet, <br>To hide your heart, nor fling it at his feet <br>To lie despised there. Thus saved you our pride <br>And that white honor for which earls have died. <br>You were not all unhappy, loving so! <br>I with a difference wore my weight of woe. <br>My lord was he. It was my cruel lot, <br>My hell, to love him--for he loved me not!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came a silence. Suddenly like death <br>The truth flashed on them, and each held her breath-- <br>A flash of light whereby they both were slain, <br>She that was loved and she that loved in vain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Bailey+Aldrich">Thomas Bailey Aldrich</a><div class=q>
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AGLÄE, a widow.
MURIEL, her unmarried sister.


It happened once, in that brave land that lies 
For half the twelvemonth wrapt in sombre skies, 
Two sisters loved one man. He being dead, 
Grief loosed the lips of her he had not wed, 
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