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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cousin Kate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I was a cottage maiden <br>Hardened by sun and air <br>Contented with my cottage mates, <br>Not mindful I was fair. <br>Why did a great lord find me out, <br>And praise my flaxen hair? <br>Why did a great lord find me out, <br>To fill my heart with care?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He lured me to his palace home - <br>Woe's me for joy thereof- <br>To lead a shameless shameful life, <br>His plaything and his love. <br>He wore me like a silken knot, <br>He changed me like a glove; <br>So now I moan, an unclean thing, <br>Who might have been a dove.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O Lady kate, my cousin Kate, <br>You grew more fair than I: <br>He saw you at your father's gate, <br>Chose you, and cast me by. <br>He watched your steps along the lane, <br>Your work among the rye; <br>He lifted you from mean estate <br>To sit with him on high.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Because you were so good and pure <br>He bound you with his ring: <br>The neighbors call you good and pure, <br>Call me an outcast thing. <br>Even so I sit and howl in dust, <br>You sit in gold and sing: <br>Now which of us has tenderer heart? <br>You had the stronger wing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O cousin Kate, my love was true, <br>Your love was writ in sand: <br>If he had fooled not me but you, <br>If you stood where I stand, <br>He'd not have won me with his love <br>Nor bought me with his land; <br>I would have spit into his face <br>And not have taken his hand.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=356001" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet I've a gift you have not got, <br>And seem not like to get: <br>For all your clothes and wedding-ring <br>I've little doubt you fret. <br>My fair-haired son, my shame, my pride, <br>Cling closer, closer yet: <br>Your father would give his lands for one <br>To wear his coronet.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a></strong></div>