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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Wife and the New</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sat beneath the curling vines<br> That round the gay verandah twined,<br>His forehead seamed with sorrow’s lines,<br> An old man with a weary mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His young wife, with a rosy face<br> And brown arms ambered by the sun,<br>Went flitting all about the place—<br> Master and mistress both in one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What caused that old man’s look of care?<br> Was she not blithe and fair to see?<br>What blacker than her raven hair,<br> What darker than her eyes might be? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old man bent his weary head;<br> The sunlight on his gray hair shone;<br>His thoughts were with a woman dead<br> And buried, years and years agone: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The good old wife who took her stand<br> Beside him at the altar-side,<br>And walked with him, hand clasped in hand,<br> Through joy and sorrow till she died. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, she was fair as heart’s desire,<br> And gay, and supple-limbed, in truth,<br>And in his veins there leapt like fire<br> The hot red blood of lusty youth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stood by him in shine and shade,<br> And, when hard-beaten at his best,<br>She took him like a child and laid<br> His aching head upon her breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She helped him make a little home<br> Where once were gum-trees gaunt and stark,<br>And bloodwoods waved green-feathered foam—<br> Working from dawn of day to dark, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till that dark forest formed a frame<br> For vineyards that the gods might bless,<br>And what was savage once became<br> An Eden in the wilderness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how at their first vintage-time<br> She laughed and sang—you see such shapes<br>On vases of the Grecian prime—<br> And danced a reel upon the grapes! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever, as the years went on,<br> All things she kept with thrifty hand,<br>Till never shone the sun upon<br> A fairer homestead in the land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then children came—ah, me! ah, me!<br> Sad blessings that a mother craves!<br>That old man from his seat could see<br> The shadows playing o’er their graves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then she closed her eyes at last,<br> Her gentle, useful, peaceful life<br>Was over—garnered with the past;<br> God rest thee gently, Good Old Wife! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His young wife has a rosy face,<br> And laughs, with reddest lips apart,<br>But cannot fill the empty place<br> Within that old man’s lonely heart. <br>His young wife has a rosy face,<br> And brown arms ambered by the sun,<br>Goes flitting all about the place,<br> Master and mistress both in one; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But though she sings, or though she sighs,<br> He sees her not—he sees instead<br>A gray-haired Shade with gentle eyes—<br> The good old wife, long dead, long dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sits beneath the curling vines,<br> Through which the merry sunrays dart,<br>His forehead seamed with sorrow’s lines—<br> An old man with a broken heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</a><div class=q>
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