<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536354" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Woman’s Sonnets: III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is the pride for which I once was blamed,<br>My vanity which held its head so high?<br>Who would believe them, seeing me thus tamed,<br>Thus subject, here as at thy feet I lie,<br>Pleading for love which now is all my life,<br>Craving a word for memory's rage to keep,<br>Asking a sign to still my inward strife,<br>Petitioning a touch to soothe my sleep?<br>Who would now guess them, as I kiss the ground<br>On which the feet of him I love have trod,<br>And bow before his voice whose least sweet sound<br>Speaks louder to me than the voice of God;<br>And knowing all the while that one dark day,<br>Spite of my worship, thou wilt turn away?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536354" data-title="A Woman’s Sonnets: III de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Where is the pride for which I once was blamed, My vanity which held its head so high? Who would believe them, seeing me thus tamed, Thus subject, here as at thy feet I lie, Pleading for love which now is all my life, Craving a word for memory's r..."></div> </div> </div>

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