<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536355" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Woman’s Sonnets: IV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should ever the day come when this drear world<br>Shall read the secret which so close I hold,<br>Should taunts and jeers at my bowed head be hurled,<br>And all my love and all my shame be told,<br>I could not, as some doughtier women do,<br>Fling jests and gold and live the scandal down,<br>Nor, knowing all fame's bruitings to be true,<br>Keep a proud face and brave the talk of town.<br>I have no courage for such tricks and ways,<br>No wish to flaunt a once well--honoured name.<br>I have too dear a thought of earlier days,<br>Too deep a dread of my deserved shame.<br>So, when it comes, with one last suppliant cry<br>For pardon from my wronged ones, I must die.</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=536355" data-title="A Woman’s Sonnets: IV de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="Should ever the day come when this drear world Shall read the secret which so close I hold, Should taunts and jeers at my bowed head be hurled, And all my love and all my shame be told, I could not, as some doughtier women do, Fling jests and gold..."></div> </div> </div>

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