<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Satin Shoes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If ever I walk to church to wed,<br>As other maidens use,<br>And face the gathered eyes,' she said,<br>'I'll go in satin shoes!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She was as fair as early day<br>Shining on meads unmown,<br>And her sweet syllables seemed to play<br>Like flute-notes softly blown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The time arrived when it was meet<br>That she should be a bride;<br>The satin shoes were on her feet,<br>Her father was at her side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They stood within the dairy door,<br>And gazed across the green;<br>The church loomed on the distant moor,<br>But rain was thick between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'The grass-path hardly can be stepped.<br>The lane is like a pool!' -<br>Her dream is shown to be inept,<br>Her wish they overrule.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'To go forth shod in satin soft<br>A coach would be required!'<br>For thickest boots the shoes were doffed -<br>Those shoes her soul desired….</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>All day the bride, as overborne,<br>Was seen to brood apart,<br>And that the shoes had not been worn<br>Sat heavy on her heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From her wrecked dream, as months flew on,<br>Her thought seemed not to range.<br>'What ails the wife?' they said anon,<br>'That she should be so strange?'…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah - what coach comes with furtive glide -<br>A coach of closed-up kind?<br>It comes to fetch the last year's bride,<br>Who wanders in her mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She strove with them, and fearfully ran<br>Stairward with one low scream:<br>'Nay - coax her,' said the madhouse man,<br>'With some old household theme.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'If you will go, dear, you must fain<br>Put on those shoes - the pair<br>For your marriage, which the rain<br>Forbade you then to wear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She clapped her hands, flushed joyous hues;<br>'O yes - I'll up and ride<br>If I am to wear my satin shoes<br>And be a proper bride!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Out then her little foot held she,<br>As to depart with speed;<br>The madhouse man smiled pleasantly<br>To see the wile succeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She turned to him when all was done,<br>And gave him her thin hand,<br>Exclaiming like an enraptured one,<br>'This time it will be grand!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She mounted with a face elate,<br>Shut was the carriage door;<br>They drove her to the madhouse gate,<br>And she was seen no more….</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet she was fair as early day<br>Shining on meads unmown,<br>And her sweet syllables seemed to play<br>Like flute-notes softly blown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529671" data-title="The Satin Shoes de Thomas Hardy" data-description="'If ever I walk to church to wed, As other maidens use, And face the gathered eyes,' she said, 'I'll go in satin shoes!' She was as fair as early day Shining on meads unmown, And her sweet syllables seemed to play Like flute-notes softly blown. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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