Читать книгу The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 19, No. 543, Saturday, April 21, 1832. - Various - Страница 3

"Page, what sound mine ears is greeting,

Whence the lime-trees wave in pride?"

"'Tis, sir knight, the herds that bleating,

Wander o'er the mountain's side."

"Say, my page, what means this singing?

Notes so sad, some ill betide;"

"In the village, crowds are bringing

From the chapel, home a bride."

"Say then, why so slowly passes

Yon dark-rob'd and silent train?"

"From the saying bridal-masses,

Monks are coming o'er the plain."

"Speak then, why I now behold it;

Whence yon banner's milk-white hue?"

"Ask no further, they unfold it

To the bride an honour due."

"Say, my page, what means that writing

Graven on yon marble-stone?"

"'Tis the youth and maiden plighting

Love to one, and one alone."

"How, my page, that name the dearest?

See, and true its meaning tell."

"Know, and tremble as thou hearest,

"'Twas for secret love she fell."

"What! my page, if thus 'tis written,

If for love she dar'd to die,

Bertha dead! if thus 'tis written,

As she perish'd, so will I."