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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Married Lover</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=359186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Why, having won her, do I woo? <br>Because her spirit's vestal grace <br>Provokes me always to pursue, <br>But, spirit-like, eludes embrace; <br>Because her womanhood is such<br>That, as on court-days subjects kiss <br>The Queen's hand, yet so near a touch <br>Affirms no mean familiarness; <br>Nay, rather marks more fair the height <br>Which can with safety so neglect <br>To dread, as lower ladies might, <br>That grace could meet with disrespect; <br>Thus she with happy favour feeds <br>Allegiance from a love so high <br>That thence no false conceit proceeds <br>Of difference bridged, or state put by; <br>Because although in act and word <br>As lowly as a wife can be, <br>Her manners, when they call me lord, <br>Remind me 'tis by courtesy; <br>Not with her least consent of will, <br>Which would my proud affection hurt, <br>But by the noble style that still <br>Imputes an unattain'd desert; <br>Because her gay and lofty brows, <br>When all is won which hope can ask, <br>Reflect a light of hopeless snows <br>That bright in virgin ether bask; <br>Because, though free of the outer court <br>I am, this Temple keeps its shrine <br>Sacred to Heaven; because, in short, <br>She 's not and never can be mine.</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=Coventry+Patmore">Coventry Patmore</a></strong></div>