FROM the Danube was I riding, When she crossed my path to-day; Straight my spur the war-horse chiding, "Speed," I cried, "away!" "Ah!" she said, "your steed detaining, Stay and hear your love's complaining, See how tears my cheeks are staining; Dear Cossack, O stay!" "Well thou knowest when last we parted, Liska, what distress was mine; Almost was I broken-hearted, Now the turn is thine!" "Dear Cossack, forbear to grieve me, Must I lose thee, canst thou leave me? Grief will sure of life bereave me, If I thee resign!" "Break not thus your hands with wringing; Hush the sob, and dry the tear! Soon from battle laurels bringing, Love, expect me here." "Laurels bought with blood alarm me, Glory cannot tempt nor charm me, Ah, there's naught on earth could harm me, Wert thou safe, my dear!" Vain were prayers, and vain was sorrow, Swiftly from her sight I flew, Crying, "If I live to-morrow, I'll return to you." Then with folded arms and sighing, Home she hastened, almost dying, How to find her way for crying, Scarce, poor girl, she knew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE WAY OF LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR PASSER MORTUUS EST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! by WALT WHITMAN KNOW THYSELF by WILLIAM ARBUTHNOT LOVE POSTPONED by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT LANDSCAPE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A TRIBUTE TO WILL ROGERS AND WILEY POST by ROSETTA THORSON BEACHLER |