Poem for Christian daughters not-yet-married...

Discussion in 'Fellowship Time' started by krossquad, Jun 2, 2017.

  1. Greetings:

    A maiden sat beneath the tree,
    Tear-bedewed her pale cheeks be,
    And she sigheth heavily.

    From forth the wood into the light,
    A hunter strides with carol light,
    And a glance so bold and bright.

    He careless stopped and eyed the maid;
    "Why weepest thou?" he gently said,
    "I love thee well; be not afraid."

    He takes her hand, and leads her on;
    She should have waited there alone,
    For he was not her chosen one.

    He leans her head upon his breast,
    She knew 't was not her home of rest,
    But ah! she had been sore distrest.

    The sacred stars looked sadly down;
    The parting moon appeared to frown,
    To see thus dimmed the diamond crown.

    Then from the thicket starts a deer,
    The huntsman, seizing on his spear,
    Cries, "Maiden, wait thou for me here."

    She sees him vanish into night,
    She starts from sleep in deep affright,
    For it was not her own true knight.

    Though but in dream Gunhilda failed;
    Though but a fancied ill assailed,
    Though she but fancied fault bewailed.

    Yet thought of day makes dream of night:
    She is not worthy of the knight,
    The inmost altar burns not bright.

    If loneliness thou canst not bear,
    Cannot the dragon's venom dare,
    Of the pure meed thou shouldst despair.

    Now sadder that lone maiden sighs,
    Far bitterer tears profane her eyes,
    Crushed in the dust her heart's flower lies.

    bye
     
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