BRAVE BALTA clasped me to his breast Beneath the midnight sky; — 'Now go I east or go I west, I'll love thee till I die!' 'O wander east or wander west, My Balta,' soft I sighed, 'By moon and stars I'll love thee best, And wait to be thy bride!' Thrice fell the snows on field and tent, And weary was my life — When proud a Prince rode up, and bent, And wooed me for his wife. 'Nay, sir, I must be Balta's bride; To him my heart I gave'; — He sprang to earth; his cloak flung wide; And lo! 'twas Balta brave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST MISTRESS by ROBERT BROWNING LOVE AND AGE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK DEAD MAN'S DUMP by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE FORMER LIFE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE AGNOSTIC TO MYSTIC by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE SONG OF THE LIGHT-HEARTED by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |