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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418748" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bride Of Corinth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ONCE a stranger youth to Corinth came,<br> Who in Athens lived, but hoped that he<br>From a certain townsman there might claim,<br> As his father's friend, kind courtesy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Son and daughter, they<br> Had been wont to say<br> Should thereafter bride and bridegroom be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But can he that boon so highly prized,<br> Save tis dearly bought, now hope to get?<br>They are Christians and have been baptized,<br> He and all of his are heathens yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For a newborn creed,<br> Like some loathsome weed,<br> Love and truth to root out oft will threat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father, daughter, all had gone to rest,<br> And the mother only watches late;<br>She receives with courtesy the guest,<br> And conducts him to the room of state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Wine and food are brought,<br> Ere by him besought;<br> Bidding him good night. she leaves him straight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he feels no relish now, in truth,<br> For the dainties so profusely spread;<br>Meat and drink forgets the wearied youth,<br> And, still dress'd, he lays him on the bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Scarce are closed his eyes,<br> When a form in-hies<br> Through the open door with silent tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By his glimmering lamp discerns he now<br> How, in veil and garment white array'd,<br>With a black and gold band round her brow,<br> Glides into the room a bashful maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But she, at his sight,<br> Lifts her hand so white,<br> And appears as though full sore afraid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Am I," cries she, "such a stranger here,<br> That the guest's approach they could not name?<br>Ah, they keep me in my cloister drear,<br> Well nigh feel I vanquish'd by my shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On thy soft couch now<br> Slumber calmly thou!<br> I'll return as swiftly as I came."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Stay, thou fairest maiden!" cries the boy,<br> Starting from his couch with eager haste:<br>"Here are Ceres', Bacchus' gifts of joy;<br> Amor bringest thou, with beauty grac'd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou art pale with fear!<br> Loved one let us here<br> Prove the raptures the Immortals taste."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Draw not nigh, O Youth! afar remain!<br> Rapture now can never smile on me;<br>For the fatal step, alas! is ta'en,<br> Through my mother's sick-bed phantasy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Cured, she made this oath:<br> 'Youth and nature both<br> Shall henceforth to Heav'n devoted be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"From the house, so silent now, are driven<br> All the gods who reign'd supreme of yore;<br>One Invisible now rules in heaven,<br> On the cross a Saviour they adore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Victims slay they here,<br> Neither lamb nor steer,<br>But the altars reek with human gore."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he lists, and ev'ry word he weighs,<br> While his eager soul drinks in each sound:<br>"Can it be that now before my gaze<br> Stands my loved one on this silent ground?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Pledge to me thy troth!<br> Through our father's oath:<br> With Heav'ns blessing will our love be crown'd."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Kindly youth, I never can be thine!<br> 'Tis my sister they intend for thee.<br>When I in the silent cloister pine,<br> Ah, within her arms remember me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thee alone I love,<br> While love's pangs I prove;<br> Soon the earth will veil my misery."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"No! for by this glowing flame I swear,<br> Hymen hath himself propitious shown:<br>Let us to my fathers house repair,<br> And thoult find that joy is not yet flown,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sweetest, here then stay,<br> And without delay<br> Hold we now our wedding feast alone!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then exchange they tokens of their truth;<br> She gives him a golden chain to wear,<br>And a silver chalice would the youth<br> Give her in return of beauty rare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "That is not for me;<br> Yet I beg of thee,<br>One lock only give me of thy hair."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the ghostly hour of midnight knell'd,<br> And she seem'd right joyous at the sign;<br>To her pallid lips the cup she held,<br> But she drank of nought but blood-red wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For to taste the bread<br> There before them spread,<br> Nought he spoke could make the maid incline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the youth the goblet then she brought,--<br> He too quaff'd with eager joy the bowl.<br>Love to crown the silent feast he sought,<br> Ah! full love-sick was the stripling's soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> From his prayer she shrinks,<br> Till at length he sinks<br> On the bed and weeps without control.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she comes, and lays her near the boy:<br> "How I grieve to see thee sorrowing so!<br>If thou think'st to clasp my form with joy,<br> Thou must learn this secret sad to know;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yes! the maid, whom thou<br> Call'st thy loved one now,<br> Is as cold as ice, though white as snow."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he clasps her madly in his arm,<br> While love's youthful might pervades his frame:<br>"Thou might'st hope, when with me, to grow warm,<br> E'en if from the grave thy spirit came!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Breath for breath, and kiss!<br> Overflow of bliss!<br> Dost not thou, like me, feel passion's flame?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love still closer rivets now their lips,<br> Tears they mingle with their rapture blest,<br>From his mouth the flame she wildly sips,<br> Each is with the other's thought possess'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> His hot ardour's flood<br> Warms her chilly blood,<br> But no heart is beating in her breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In her care to see that nought went wrong,<br> Now the mother happen'd to draw near;<br>At the door long hearkens she, full long,<br> Wond'ring at the sounds that greet her ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Tones of joy and sadness,<br> And love's blissful madness,<br> As of bride and bridegroom they appear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the door she will not now remove<br> 'Till she gains full certainty of this;<br>And with anger hears she vows of love,<br> Soft caressing words of mutual bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Hush! the cock's loud strain!<br> But thoult come again,<br> When the night returns!"--then kiss on kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then her wrath the mother cannot hold,<br> But unfastens straight the lock with ease<br>"In this house are girls become so bold,<br> As to seek e'en strangers' lusts to please?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By her lamp's clear glow<br> Looks she in,--and oh!<br> Sight of horror!--'tis her child she sees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fain the youth would, in his first alarm,<br> With the veil that o'er her had been spread,<br>With the carpet, shield his love from harm;<br> But she casts them from her, void of dread,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And with spirit's strength,<br> In its spectre length,<br> Lifts her figure slowly from the bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Mother! mother!"--Thus her wan lips say:<br> "May not I one night of rapture share?<br>From the warm couch am I chased away?<br> Do I waken only to despair?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It contents not thee<br> To have driven me<br> An untimely shroud of death to wear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But from out my coffin's prison-bounds<br> By a wond'rous fate I'm forced to rove,<br>While the blessings and the chaunting sounds<br> That your priests delight in, useless prove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Water, salt, are vain<br> Fervent youth to chain,<br> Ah, e'en Earth can never cool down love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"When that infant vow of love was spoken,<br> Venus' radiant temple smiled on both.<br>Mother! thou that promise since hast broken,<br> Fetter'd by a strange, deceitful oath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Gods, though, hearken ne'er,<br> Should a mother swear<br> To deny her daughter's plighted troth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From my grave to wander I am forc'd,<br> Still to seek The Good's long-sever'd link,<br>Still to love the bridegroom I have lost,<br> And the life-blood of his heart to drink;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When his race is run,<br> I must hasten on,<br> And the young must 'neath my vengeance sink,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Beauteous youth! no longer mayst thou live;<br> Here must shrivel up thy form so fair;<br>Did not I to thee a token give,<br> Taking in return this lock of hair?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> View it to thy sorrow!<br> Grey thoult be to-morrow,<br> Only to grow brown again when there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Mother, to this final prayer give ear!<br> Let a funeral pile be straightway dress'd;<br>Open then my cell so sad and drear,<br> That the flames may give the lovers rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When ascends the fire<br> From the glowing pyre,<br> To the gods of old we'll hasten, blest."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418748" data-title="The Bride Of Corinth de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe" data-description="ONCE a stranger youth to Corinth came, Who in Athens lived, but hoped that he From a certain townsman there might claim, As his father's friend, kind courtesy. 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