31.07.2007, 10:41
She hath forsaken courtly halls and bowers
For his dear sake: - ay, cheerfully resigned
Country and friends for him, and hath entwined
Her fate with his in dark and stormy hours,
As the fond ivy clings to ruined towers
With generous love; and never hath inclined
Round gilded domes and palacec to wind,
Or flung her wintry wreath midst summer flowers.
Her cheek is pale - it hath grown pale for him;
Her all of earthly joy, her heaven below -
He fades before her - fades in want and woe;
She sees his lamp of life wax faint and dim,
Essays to act the Roman matron's part,
And veils with patient smiles a breaking heart.
For his dear sake: - ay, cheerfully resigned
Country and friends for him, and hath entwined
Her fate with his in dark and stormy hours,
As the fond ivy clings to ruined towers
With generous love; and never hath inclined
Round gilded domes and palacec to wind,
Or flung her wintry wreath midst summer flowers.
Her cheek is pale - it hath grown pale for him;
Her all of earthly joy, her heaven below -
He fades before her - fades in want and woe;
She sees his lamp of life wax faint and dim,
Essays to act the Roman matron's part,
And veils with patient smiles a breaking heart.