Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PARTING OF SIGURD AND GERDA, by ELIZABETH DOTEN First Line: She stood beneath the moonlight pale Last Line: Won by thine earnest love. Alternate Author Name(s): Doten, Lizzie Subject(s): Farewell; Love; Man-woman Relationships; Parting; Male-female Relations | ||||||||
SHE stood beneath the moonlight pale, With calm, uplifted eye, While all her being, weak and frail, Thrilled with her purpose high; For she, the long affianced bride, Must seal the fount of tears, And break, with woman's lofty pride, The plighted faith of years. Ay! she had loved as in a dream, And woke, at length, to find How coldly on her spirit gleamed The dazzling light of mind. For little was the true, deep love Of that pure spirit known To him, the cold, the selfish one, Who claimed her as his own. And what to him were all her dreams Of purer, holier life? Such idle fancies ill became A meek, submissive wife. And what were all her yearnings high For God and "Fatherland" But vain chimeras, lofty flights, While Sigurd held her hand? And then uprose the bitter thought, "Why bow to his control? Why sacrifice, before his pride, The freedom of my soul? Better to break the golden chain, And live and love apart, Than feel the galling, grinding links Wearing upon my heart." He came,and, with a soft, low voice, In the pale gleaming light, She laid her gentle hand in his "Sigurd, we part to-night. Long have these bitter words been kept Within this heart of mine, And often have I lonely wept, I never can be thine." Proudly, with folded arms he stood, And cold, sarcastic smile "Ha! this is but a wayward mood, An artful woman's wile. But this I know: so longso long I've held thee to thy vow, That I have made the bond too strong For thee to break it now." "You know me not;my lofty pride Was hidden from your eyes; But you have crushed it down so low It gives me strength to rise. O! all my bitter, burning thoughts I may not, dare not tell! Sigurd, my lovedforever loved! Farewell! once more, farewell!" One moment, and those loving arms Were gently round him thrown; One moment, and those quivering lips Pressed lightly to his own: And then he stood alone! alone! With eyes too proud for tears; Yet o'er his stern, cold heart was thrown The burning blight of years. O man! so God-like in thy strength, Preëminent in mind, Seek not with these high gifts alone, A woman's heart to bind. For, timid as a shrinking fawn, Yet faithful as a dove, She clings through life and death to thee, Won by thine earnest love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISERY AND SPLENDOR by ROBERT HASS THE APPLE TREES AT OLEMA by ROBERT HASS DOUBLE SONNET by ANTHONY HECHT CONDITIONS XXI by ESSEX HEMPHILL CALIFORNIA SORROW: MOUNTAIN VIEW by MARY KINZIE SUPERBIA: A TRIUMPH WITH NO TRAIN by MARY KINZIE COUNSEL TO UNREASON by LEONIE ADAMS TWENTY QUESTIONS by DAVID LEHMAN COMPENSATION by ELIZABETH DOTEN |
|