<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wistful Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Love, while you were away there came to me -<br>From whence I cannot tell -<br>A plaintive lady pale and passionless,<br>Who bent her eyes upon me critically,<br>And weighed me with a wearing wistfulness,<br>As if she knew me well.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'I saw no lady of that wistful sort<br>As I came riding home.<br>Perhaps she was some dame the Fates constrain<br>By memories sadder than she can support,<br>Or by unhappy vacancy of brain,<br>To leave her roof and roam?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Ah, but she knew me. And before this time<br>I have seen her, lending ear<br>To my light outdoor words, and pondering each,<br>Her frail white finger swayed in pantomime,<br>As if she fain would close with me in speech,<br>And yet would not come near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'And once I saw her beckoning with her hand<br>As I came into sight<br>At an upper window. And I at last went out;<br>But when I reached where she had seemed to stand,<br>And wandered up and down and searched about,<br>I found she had vanished quite.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then thought I how my dead Love used to say,<br>With a small smile, when she<br>Was waning wan, that she would hover round<br>And show herself after her passing day<br>To any newer Love I might have found,<br>But show her not to me.</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=529705" data-title="The Wistful Lady de Thomas Hardy" data-description="'Love, while you were away there came to me - From whence I cannot tell - A plaintive lady pale and passionless, Who bent her eyes upon me critically, And weighed me with a wearing wistfulness, As if she knew me well.' 'I saw no lady of that wis..."></div> </div> </div>

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