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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rosalind's Scroll</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, <br>   A woman scarce in years: <br>I come to thee, a solemn corpse <br>   Which neither feels nor fears. <br>I have no breath to use in sighs; <br>They laid the dead-weights on mine eyes <br>   To seal them safe from tears. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Look on me with thine own calm look: <br>   I meet it calm as thou. <br>No look of thine can change this smile, <br>   Or break thy sinful vow: <br>I tell thee that my poor scorn'd heart <br>Is of thine earth--thine earth--a part: <br>   It cannot vex thee now. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I have pray'd for thee with bursting sob <br>   When passion's course was free; <br>I have pray'd for thee with silent lips <br>   In the anguish none could see; <br>They whisper'd oft, 'She sleepeth soft'-- <br>   But I only pray'd for thee. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Go to! I pray for thee no more: <br>   The corpse's tongue is still; <br>Its folded fingers point to heaven, <br>   But point there stiff and chill: <br>No farther wrong, no farther woe <br>Hath licence from the sin below <br>   Its tranquil heart to thrill. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=383811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I charge thee, by the living's prayer, <br>   And the dead's silentness, <br>To wring from out thy soul a cry <br>   Which God shall hear and bless! <br>Lest Heaven's own palm droop in my hand, <br>And pale among the saints I stand, <br>   A saint companionless.</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=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a></strong></div>

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