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قراءة كتاب The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 982, October 22, 1898
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The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 982, October 22, 1898
الصفحة رقم: 4
rise—
Is there none to heed her cries?
See the branches dashed apart!
Turns the chief with sudden start,
Feels a sword-thrust in his heart;
And another caitiff's groan
Speaks his coward spirit flown,
While, too swift for dying word,
Dagger-smitten, writhes a third.
Yet before the maid is freed
Victim for her life must bleed;
For the chief with parting breath
Gives one succourer to death;
And his comrades bending low
Over him their mantles throw,
While the maiden's tears betoken
Grief for gratitude unspoken.
Soon for him the death-bell pealeth—
She beside her champion kneeleth—
All in sable vesture dight
Scatters o'er him roses white.
Turns the chief with sudden start,
Feels a sword-thrust in his heart;
And another caitiff's groan
Speaks his coward spirit flown,
While, too swift for dying word,
Dagger-smitten, writhes a third.
Yet before the maid is freed
Victim for her life must bleed;
For the chief with parting breath
Gives one succourer to death;
And his comrades bending low
Over him their mantles throw,
While the maiden's tears betoken
Grief for gratitude unspoken.
Soon for him the death-bell pealeth—
She beside her champion kneeleth—
All in sable vesture dight
Scatters o'er him roses white.
One whose aid her thanks must own
Asks not gratitude alone:
Whispered words have soothed her fears,
Loving hand shall dry her tears;
Spring with all its visions tender
Shall to summer-joys surrender,
Hope who erst would dream apart
Yield to love the virgin heart,
Grateful tears no more be paid
Where the milky roses fade,
But the thoughts she cannot speak
Shall unbidden dye her cheek,
When their emblem she bestows,
Gives her knight the crimson rose.
Asks not gratitude alone:
Whispered words have soothed her fears,
Loving hand shall dry her tears;
Spring with all its visions tender
Shall to summer-joys surrender,
Hope who erst would dream apart
Yield to love the virgin heart,
Grateful tears no more be paid
Where the milky roses fade,
But the thoughts she cannot speak
Shall unbidden dye her cheek,
When their emblem she bestows,
Gives her knight the crimson rose.
Yet another champion stood
By the maiden in the wood,
Slew the foe, but, wounded sore
Saw her for awhile no more.
When he met her glance again
Was it joy or was it pain?
Joy her yielded hand to press,
Joy to hear her voice confess
He had helped her in distress,
Joy to see her eye bedewed
With a friend's solicitude,
Pain which would not be denied
For she was another's bride!
By the maiden in the wood,
Slew the foe, but, wounded sore
Saw her for awhile no more.
When he met her glance again
Was it joy or was it pain?
Joy her yielded hand to press,
Joy to hear her voice confess
He had helped her in distress,
Joy to see her eye bedewed
With a friend's solicitude,
Pain which would not be denied
For she was another's bride!
"Can I bear? He is fond
But unworthy of her—
The pleasures beyond
Can his light spirit stir;
Gay song, foolish story
Can lead him astray,
Vain glamour of glory
Entice him away.
But unworthy of her—
The pleasures beyond
Can his light spirit stir;
Gay song, foolish story
Can lead him astray,
Vain glamour of glory
Entice him away.
"Must I speak? She is blind
Be his faults what they will
To her he is kind.
Let me watch and be still:
Her children beguiling
Each hour as it flies,
The world ever smiling,
Untroubled her skies.
Be his faults what they will
To her he is kind.
Let me watch and be still:
Her children beguiling
Each hour as it flies,
The world ever smiling,
Untroubled her skies.
"Shall I fly? If I would
She might look e'en on me;
She is true, she is good,
Yet I cannot but see
Some moment unwary
Might bring back again
That thought—— Ah! kind fairy,
Is true love all pain?"
She might look e'en on me;
She is true, she is good,
Yet I cannot but see
Some moment unwary
Might bring back again
That thought—— Ah! kind fairy,
Is true love all pain?"
Comes again the eventide:
Happy wife as happy bride,
Happy mother, she has dwelt,
Pain unknown and grief unfelt
Till her lord to rest was laid.
Now in mourning weeds arrayed
She has sought the fairy spring;
Hears once more its murmuring,
Sees once more the bees assemble
There the honeysuckles tremble,
Sees the armoured dragon-fly
And the kingfisher dart by,
Sees the blue forget-me-not
Cluster in the shielded spot,
Sees forsooth, with brimming eyes,
Children of the earth and skies;
Nothing harmful dares to roam
Near the fairy-haunted home.
Happy wife as happy bride,
Happy mother, she has dwelt,
Pain unknown and grief unfelt
Till her lord to rest was laid.
Now in mourning weeds arrayed
She has sought the fairy spring;
Hears once more its murmuring,
Sees once more the bees assemble
There the honeysuckles tremble,
Sees the armoured dragon-fly
And the kingfisher dart by,
Sees the blue forget-me-not
Cluster in the shielded spot,
Sees forsooth, with brimming eyes,
Children of the earth and skies;
Nothing harmful dares to roam
Near the fairy-haunted home.
"Fairy, he has gone to rest,
His the perfect love and best!"
His the perfect love and best!"
Answered her the water's swell,
"Not the best—he loved thee well."
"Not the best—he loved thee well."
Wondering even in her tears
Fly her thoughts through bygone years—
Fly her thoughts through bygone years—
"He who lay 'neath roses white,
Was he then the perfect knight?"
Was he then the perfect knight?"
Came the answer soft and clear,
"Not the best—he held thee dear."
"Not the best—he held thee dear."
"Then, as thou didst promise, tell me
How that fairest fate befell me."
How that fairest fate befell me."
"Didst thou mark—a flame his crest—
Him who moved among the rest,
Yet no word of love addressed?
Him who moved among the rest,
Yet no word of love addressed?
Him who, wounded for thy sake,
Scarce would thanks in guerdon take—
Speechless, though his heart might break.
Scarce would thanks in guerdon take—
Speechless, though his heart might break.
Yea, thou didst, with laughing glance,
Bid him lead thee to the dance,
Bid him break for thee a lance.
Bid him lead thee to the dance,
Bid him break for thee a lance.
Silently would he comply,
Or with half-averted eye
Watch thee gaily pass him by.
Or with half-averted eye
Watch thee gaily pass him by.
Yet he ever hovered near,
Lest the dawn of woe or fear,
Pain or trouble should appear.
Lest the dawn of woe or fear,
Pain or trouble should appear.
Once in hour of sorest strife
For thy lord he risked his life.
Didst thou know it—thou the wife?
For thy lord he risked his life.
Didst thou know it—thou the wife?
Once within the rushing river
Garments white an instant quiver,
'Twas thy child—a pause, a shiver.
Garments white an instant quiver,
'Twas thy child—a pause, a shiver.