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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sigh On, Sad Heart, for Love's Eclipse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sigh on, sad heart, for Love's eclipse <br>And Beauty's fairest queen, <br>Though 'tis not for my peasant lips <br>To soil her name between: <br>A king might lay his sceptre down, <br>But I am poor and nought, <br>The brow should wear a golden crown <br>That wears her in its thought. <br>The diamonds glancing in her hair, <br>Whose sudden beams surprise, <br>Might bid such humble hopes beware <br>The glancing of her eyes; <br>Yet looking once, I look'd too long, <br>And if my love is sin, <br>Death follows on the heels of wrong, <br>And kills the crime within. <br>Her dress seem'd wove of lily leaves, <br>It was so pure and fine, <br>O lofty wears, and lowly weaves,— <br>But hodden-gray is mine; <br>And homely hose must step apart, <br>Where garter'd princes stand, <br>But may he wear my love at heart <br>That wins her lily hand! <br>Alas! there's far from russet frieze <br>To silks and satin gowns, <br>But I doubt if God made like degrees <br>In courtly hearts and clowns. <br>My father wrong'd a maiden's mirth, <br>And brought her cheeks to blame, <br>And all that's lordly of my birth <br>Is my reproach and shame! <br>'Tis vain to weep,—'tis vain to sigh, <br>'Tis vain, this idle speech, <br>For where her happy pearls do lie, <br>My tears may never reach; <br>Yet when I'm gone, e'en lofty pride <br>May say, of what has been, <br>His love was nobly born and died, <br>Though all the rest was mean! <br>My speech is rude,—but speech is weak <br>Such love as mine to tell, <br>Yet had I words, I dare not speak, <br>So, Lady, fare thee well; <br>I will not wish thy better state <br>Was one of low degree, <br>But I must weep that partial fate <br>Made such a churl of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hood">Thomas Hood</a><div class=q>
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And Beauty's fairest queen, 
Though 'tis not for my peasant lips 
To soil her name between: 
A king might lay his sceptre down, 
But I am poor and nought, 
The brow should wear a golden crown 
That wears her..."></div>
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