A Woman's Love 1021 "I loved, and, blind with passionate love, I fell. Love brought me down to death, and death to Hell; For God is just, and death for sin is well. "I do not rage against His high decree, "Great Spirit! Let me see my love again And comfort him one hour, and I were fain To pay a thousand years of fire and pain." Then said the pitying angel, "Nay, repent But still she wailed, "I pray thee, let me go! The brazen gates ground sullenly ajar, But soon adown the dying sunset sailing, She sobbed, "I found him by the summer sea 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! John Hay [1838-1905] A TRAGEDY SHE was only a woman, famished for loving, 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. Théophile Marzials [1850 "MOTHER, I CANNOT MIND MY WHEEL" MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel; O, if you felt the pain I feel! No longer could I doubt him true- He always said my eyes were blue, AIRLY BEACON AIRLY Beacon, Airly Beacon; O the pleasant sight to see Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; O the happy hours we lay Deep in fern on Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; Charles Kingsley [1819-1875] From the Harbor Hill 1023 A SEA CHILD THE lover of child Marjory Had one white hour of life brim full; Hath him to lull. The daughter of child Marjory Hath in her veins, to beat and run, The glad indomitable sea, The strong white sun. Bliss Carman [1861 FROM THE HARBOR HILL "Is it a sail?" she asked. "No," I said. "Only a white sea-gull with its pinions spread." "Is it a spar?" she asked. "Only the slender light-house tower against the sky." "Flutters a pennant there?" "No," I said. "Only a shred of cloud in the sunset red." “Surely a hull, a hull!” "Where?" I cried. "Only a rock half-bared by the ebbing tide." "Wait you a ship?" I asked. "Aye!" quoth she. "The Harbor Belle; her mate comes home to marry me. "Surely the good ship hath Met no harm?" Was it the west wind wailed or the babe on her arm? "The Harbor Belle !" she urged. Naught said I.— For I knew o'er the grave o' the Harbor Belle the sea-gulls fly. Gustav Kobbé [1857 ALLAN WATER On the banks of Allan Water, Was the miller's lovely daughter, For his bride a soldier sought her, On the banks of Allan Water, For the summer grief had brought her, On the banks of Allan Water, On the banks of Allan Water, But the miller's lovely daughter, On the banks of Allan Water, There a corse lay she. Matthew Gregory Lewis [1775-1818] FORSAKEN O WALY waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side Where I and my Love wont to gae! Forsaken I leaned my back unto an aik, But first it bowed, and syne it brak, O waly waly, but love be bonny Now Arthur-seat sall be my bed; The sheets shall ne'er be pressed by me: Saint Anton's well sall be my drink, Since my true Love has forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw And shake the green leaves aff the tree? O gentle Death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I am wearie. 'Tis not the frost, that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie; 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my Love's heart grown cauld to me. When we cam in by Glasgow town We were a comely sight to see; My Love was clad in black velvet. And I mysel in cramasie. But had I wist, before I kissed, That love had been sae ill to win; And sat upon the nurse's knee, And I mysel were dead and gane, And the green grass growing over me! 1025 Unknown |