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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455644" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poor Marguerite</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste<br>A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste;<br>Wide waving was her unbound hair,<br>And sun-scorch'd was her bosom bare;<br>For Summer's noon had shed its beams<br>While she lay wrapp'd in fev'rish dreams;<br>While, on the wither'd hedge-row's side,<br>By turns she slept, by turns she cried,<br>"Ah ! where lies hid the balsam sweet,<br>"To heal the wounds of MARGUERITE?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark was her large and sunken eye<br>Which wildly gaz'd upon the sky;<br>And swiftly down her freckled face<br>The chilling dews began to pace:<br>For she was lorn, and many a day,<br>Had, all alone, been doom'd to stray,<br>And, many a night, her bosom warm,<br>Had throbb'd, beneath the pelting storm,<br>And still she cried, "the rain falls sweet,<br>"It bathes the wounds of MARGUERITE."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her garments were by briars torn,<br>And on them hung full many a thorn;<br>A thistle crown, she mutt'ring twin'd,<br>Now darted on,--now look'd behind--<br>And here, and there, her arm was seen<br>Bleeding the tatter'd folds between;<br>Yet, on her breast she oft display'd<br>A faded branch, that breast to shade:<br>For though her senses were astray,<br>She felt the burning beams of day:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She felt the wintry blast of night,<br>And smil'd to see the morning light,<br>For then she cried, "I soon shall meet<br>"The plighted love of MARGUERITE."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the waste of printless snow,<br>All day the NUT-BROWN GIRL would go;<br>And when the winter moon had shed<br>Its pale beams on the mountain's head,<br>She on a broomy pillow lay<br>Singing the lonely hours away;<br>While the cold breath of dawnlight flew<br>Across the fields of glitt'ring dew:--<br>Swift o'er the frozen lake she past<br>Unmindful of the driving blast,<br>And then she cried "the air is sweet--<br>"It fans the breast of MARGUERITE."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The weedy lane she Iov'd to tread<br>When stars their twinkling lustre shed;<br>While from the lone and silent Cot<br>The watchful Cur assail'd her not,<br>Though at the beggar he would fly,<br>And fright the Trav'ller passing by:<br>But she, so kind and gentle seem'd,<br>Such sorrow in her dark eyes beam'd,<br>That savage fierceness could not greet<br>With less than love,--POOR MARGUERITE!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft, by the splashy brook she stood<br>And sung her Song to the waving wood;<br>The waving wood, in murmurs low,<br>Fill'd up the pause of weary woe;<br>Oft, to the Forest tripp'd along<br>And inly humm'd her frantic Song;<br>Oft danc'd mid shadows Ev'ning spread<br>Along the whisp'ring willow-bed.<br>And wild was her groan,<br>When she climb'd, alone--<br>The rough rock's side,<br>While the foaming tide,<br>Dash'd rudely against the sandy shore,<br>And the lightning flash'd mid the thunder's roar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And many a time she chac'd the fly,<br>And mock'd the Beetle, humming by;<br>And then, with loud fantastic tone<br>She sang her wild strain, sad--alone.<br>And if a stranger wander'd near<br>Or paus'd the frantic Song to hear,<br>The burthen she would soft repeat,<br>"Who comes to soothe POOR MARGUERITE?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And why did she with sun-burnt breast,<br>So wander, and so scorn to rest?<br>Why did the NUT-BROWN MAIDEN go<br>O'er burning plains and wastes of snow?<br>What bade her fev'rish bosom sigh,<br>And dimm'd her large and hazle eye?<br>What taught her o'er the hills to stray<br>Fearless by night, and wild by day?<br>What stole the hour of slumber sweet--<br>From the scorch'd brain of MARGUERITE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon shalt thou know; for see how lorn<br>She climbs the steep of shaggy thorn--<br>Now on the jutting cliff she stands,<br>And clasps her cold,--but snow-white hands.<br>And now aloud she chaunts her strain<br>While fiercely roars the troublous main.<br>Now the white breakers curling shew<br>The dread abyss that yawns below,<br>And still she sighs, "the sound is sweet,<br>"It seems to say, POOR MARGUERITE!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Here will I build a rocky shed,<br>"And here I'll make my sea-weed bed;<br>"Here gather, with unwearied hands--<br>"The orient shells that deck the sands.<br>"And here will I skim o'er the billows so high,<br>"And laugh at the moon and the dark frowning sky.<br>"And the Sea-birds, that hover across the wide main,<br>"Shall sweep with their pinions, the white bounding plain.--<br>"And the shivering sail shall the fierce tempest meet,<br>"Like the storm, in the bosom of POOR MARGUERITE!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The setting Sun, with golden ray,<br>"Shall warm my breast, and make me gay.<br>"The clamours of the roaring Sea<br>"My midnight serenade shall be!<br>"The Cliff that like a Tyrant stands<br>"Exulting o'er the wave lash'd sands,<br>"With its weedy crown, and its flinty crest,<br>"Shall, on its hard bosom, rock me to rest;<br>"And I'll watch for the Eagle's unfledg'd brood,<br>"And I'll scatter their nest, and I'll drink their blood;<br>"And under the crag I will kneel and pray<br>"And silver my robe, with the moony ray:<br>"And who shall scorn the lone retreat<br>"Which Heaven has chose, for MARGUERITE?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Here, did the exil'd HENRY stray<br>"Forc'd from his native land, away;<br>"Here, here upon a foreign shore,<br>"His parents, lost, awhile deplore;<br>"Here find, that pity's holy tear<br>"Could not an alien wand'rer chear;<br>"And now, in fancy, he would view,<br>"Shouting aloud, the rabble crew--<br>"The rabble crew, whose impious hands<br>"Tore asunder nature's bands!--<br>"I see him still,--He waves me on!<br>"And now to the dark abyss he's gone--<br>"He calls--I hear his voice, so sweet,--<br>"It seems to say--POOR MARGUERITE!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus, wild she sung! when on the sand<br>She saw her long lost HENRY, stand:<br>Pale was his cheek, and on his breast<br>His icy hand he, silent, prest;<br>And now the Twilight shadows spread<br>Around the tall cliff's weedy head;<br>Far o'er the main the moon shone bright,<br>She mark'd the quiv'ring stream of light--<br>It danc'd upon the murm'ring wave<br>It danc'd upon--her HENRY'S Grave!<br>It mark'd his visage, deathly pale,--<br>His white shroud floating in the gale;<br>His speaking eyes--his smile so sweet<br>That won the love--of MARGUERITE!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now he beckon'd her along<br>The curling moonlight waves among;<br>No footsteps mark'd the slanting sand<br>Where she had seen her HENRY stand!<br>She saw him o'er the billows go--<br>She heard the rising breezes blow;<br>She shriek'd aloud ! The echoing steep<br>Frown'd darkness on the troubled deep;<br>The moon in cloudy veil was seen,<br>And louder howl'd the night blast keen!--<br>And when the morn, in splendour dress'd,<br>Blush'd radiance on the Eagle's nest,<br>That radiant blush was doom'd to greet--<br>The lifeless form --of MARGUERITE!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</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=455644" data-title="Poor Marguerite de Mary Darby Robinson" data-description="Swift, o'er the wild and dreary waste A NUT-BROWN GIRL was seen to haste; Wide waving was her unbound hair, And sun-scorch'd was her bosom bare; For Summer's noon had shed its beams While she lay wrapp'd in fev'rish dreams; While, on the wither'd ..."></div> </div> </div>
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