<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534028" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Hearing The Princess Royal Sing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In thine abode so high<br>Where yet one scarce can breathe,<br>Dear child, most tenderly<br>A soft song thou dost wreathe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou singest, little girl--<br>Thy sire, the King is he:<br>Around thee glories whirl,<br>But all things sigh in thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy thought may seek not wings<br>Of speech; dear love's forbidden;<br>Thy smiles, those heavenly things,<br>Being faintly born, are chidden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou feel'st, poor little Bride,<br>A hand unknown and chill<br>Clasp thine from out the wide<br>Deep shade so deathly still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy sad heart, wingless, weak,<br>Is sunk in this black shade<br>So deep, thy small hands seek,<br>Vainly, the pulse God made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou art yet but highness, thou<br>That shaft be majesty:<br>Though still on thy fair brow<br>Some faint dawn-flush may be,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Child, unto armies dear,<br>Even now we mark heaven's light<br>Dimmed with the fume and fear<br>And glory of battle-might.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy godfather is he,<br>Earth's Pope,--he hails thee, child!<br>Passing, armed men you see<br>Like unarmed women, mild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As saint all worship thee;<br>Thyself even hast the strong<br>Thrill of divinity<br>Mingled with thy small song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each grand old warrior<br>Guards thee, submissive, proud;<br>Mute thunders at thy door<br>Sleep, that shall wake most loud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around thee foams the wild<br>Bright sea, the lot of kings.<br>Happier wert thou, my child,<br>I' the woods a bird that sings!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+Hugo">Victor Hugo</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=534028" data-title="On Hearing The Princess Royal Sing de Victor Hugo" data-description="In thine abode so high Where yet one scarce can breathe, Dear child, most tenderly A soft song thou dost wreathe. Thou singest, little girl-- Thy sire, the King is he: Around thee glories whirl, But all things sigh in thee. Thy thought may seek ..."></div> </div> </div>

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