Volume Ii Part 129 (2/2)
O, let me soothe him in his bitter woe!”
The brazen gates ground sullenly ajar, And upwards, joyous, like a rising star, She rose and vanished in the ether far.
But soon adown the dying sunset sailing, And like a wounded bird her pinions trailing, She fluttered back, with broken-hearted wailing,
She sobbed, ”I found him by the summer sea Reclined, his head upon a maiden's knee,-- She curled his hair and kissed him. Woe is me!”
She wept, ”Now let my punishment begin!
I have been fond and foolish. Let me in To expiate my sorrow and my sin.”
The angel answered, ”Nay, sad soul, go higher!
To be deceived in your true heart's desire Was bitterer than a thousand years of fire!”
John Hay [1838-1905]
A TRAGEDY
She was only a woman, famished for loving, Mad with devotion, and such slight things; And he was a very great musician, And used to finger his fiddle-strings.
Her heart's sweet gamut is cracking and breaking For a look, for a touch,--for such slight things; But he's such a very great musician Grimacing and fingering his fiddle-strings.
Theophile Marzials [1850-
”MOTHER, I CANNOT MIND MY WHEEL”
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel; My fingers ache, my lips are dry: O, if you felt the pain I feel!
But O, who ever felt as I?
No longer could I doubt him true-- All other men may use deceit; He always said my eyes were blue, And often swore my lips were sweet.
Walter Savage Lander [1775-1864]
AIRLY BEACON
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; O the pleasant sight to see s.h.i.+res and towns from Airly Beacon, While my love climbed up to me!
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; O the happy hours we lay Deep in fern on Airly Beacon, Courting through the summer's day!
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; O the weary haunt for me, All alone on Airly Beacon, With his baby on my knee!
Charles Kingsley [1819-1875]
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