<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Faithless Boy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE was a wooer blithe and gay,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A son of France was he,-<br>Who in his arms for many a day,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As though his bride were she,<br>A poor young maiden had caress'd,<br>And fondly kiss'd, and fondly press'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then at length deserted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When this was told the nut-brown maid,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her senses straightway fled;<br>She laugh'd and wept, and vow'd and pray'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And presently was dead.<br>The hour her soul its farewell took,<br>The boy was sad, with terror shook,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sprang upon his charger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He drove his spurs into his side,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And scour'd the country round;<br>But wheresoever he might ride,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No rest for him was found.<br>For seven long days and nights he rode,<br>It storm'd, the waters overflow'd,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It bluster'd, lighten'd, thunder'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On rode he through the tempest's din,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till he a building spied;<br>In search of shelter crept he in,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he his steed had tied.<br>And as he groped his doubtful way,<br>The ground began to rock and sway,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fell a hundred fathoms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he recover'd from the blow,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw three lights pass by;<br>He sought in their pursuit to go,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lights appear'd to fly.<br>They led his footsteps all astray,<br>Up, down, through many a narrow way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through ruin'd desert cellars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When lo! he stood within a hall,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With hollow eyes. and grinning all;<br>They bade him taste the fare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hundred guests sat there.<br>He saw his sweetheart 'midst the throng,<br>Wrapp'd up in grave-clothes white and long;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She turn'd, and--</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=418770" data-title="The Faithless Boy de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe" data-description="THERE was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he,- Who in his arms for many a day, As though his bride were she, A poor young maiden had caress'd, And fondly kiss'd, and fondly press'd, And then at length deserted. When this was told t..."></div> </div> </div>

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