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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Ballad of Hell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A letter from my love to-day!<br>Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!'<br>She struck a happy tear away,<br>And broke the crimson seal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My love, there is no help on earth,<br>No help in heaven; the dead-man's bell<br>Must toll our wedding; our first hearth<br>Must be the well-paved floor of hell.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The colour died from out her face,<br>Her eyes like ghostly candles shone;<br>She cast dread looks about the place,<br>Then clenched her teeth and read right on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I may not pass the prison door;<br>Here must I rot from day to day,<br>Unless I wed whom I abhor,<br>My cousin, Blanche of Valencay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'At midnight with my dagger keen,<br>I'll take my life; it must be so.<br>Meet me in hell to-night, my queen,<br>For weal and woe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She laughed although her face was wan,<br>She girded on her golden belt,<br>She took her jewelled ivory fan,<br>And at her glowing missal knelt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then rose, 'And am I mad?' she said:<br>She broke her fan, her belt untied;<br>With leather girt herself instead,<br>And stuck a dagger at her side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She waited, shuddering in her room,<br>Till sleep had fallen on all the house.<br>She never flinched; she faced her doom:<br>They two must sin to keep their vows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out into the night she went,<br>And, stooping, crept by hedge and tree;<br>Her rose-bush flung a snare of scent,<br>And caught a happy memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She fell, and lay a minute's space;<br>She tore the sward in her distress;<br>The dewy grass refreshed her face;<br>She rose and ran with lifted dress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She started like a morn-caught ghost<br>Once when the moon came out and stood<br>To watch; the naked road she crossed,<br>And dived into the murmuring wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The branches snatched her streaming cloak;<br>A live thing shrieked; she made no stay!<br>She hurried to the trysting-oak—<br>Right well she knew the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Without a pause she bared her breast,<br>And drove her dagger home and fell,<br>And lay like one that takes her rest,<br>And died and wakened up in hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She bathed her spirit in the flame,<br>And near the centre took her post;<br>From all sides to her ears there came<br>The dreary anguish of the lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The devil started at her side,<br>Comely, and tall, and black as jet.<br>'I am young Malespina's bride;<br>Has he come hither yet?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My poppet, welcome to your bed.'<br>'Is Malespina here?'<br>'Not he! To-morrow he must wed<br>His cousin Blanche, my dear!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You lie, he died with me to-night.'<br>'Not he! it was a plot' ... 'You lie.'<br>'My dear, I never lie outright.'<br>'We died at midnight, he and I.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The devil went. Without a groan<br>She, gathered up in one fierce prayer,<br>Took root in hell's midst all alone,<br>And waited for him there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dared to make herself at home<br>Amidst the wail, the uneasy stir.<br>The blood-stained flame that filled the dome,<br>Scentless and silent, shrouded her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long she stayed I cannot tell;<br>But when she felt his perfidy,<br>She marched across the floor of hell;<br>And all the damned stood up to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The devil stopped her at the brink:<br>She shook him off; she cried, 'Away!'<br>'My dear, you have gone mad, I think.'<br>'I was betrayed: I will not stay.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the weltering deep she ran;<br>A stranger thing was never seen:<br>The damned stood silent to a man;<br>They saw the great gulf set between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To her it seemed a meadow fair;<br>And flowers sprang up about her feet<br>She entered heaven; she climbed the stair<br>And knelt down at the mercy-seat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seraphs and saints with one great voice<br>Welcomed that soul that knew not fear.<br>Amazed to find it could rejoice,<br>Hell raised a hoarse, half-human cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Davidson">John Davidson</a><div class=q>
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Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!'
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'My love, there is no help on earth,
No help in heaven; the dead-man's bell
Must toll our wedding; our first hearth
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