| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
ANCIENT PORTUGUESE BALLADS.
At last her longing broke her pride, She told her passion on her knees.
He silent stood, and only sighed For her he loved beyond the seas.
Faithful and true to his fond love, It fenced his heart with triple shield,
Not all Celima's charms could move A more than pitying grace to yield.
" My gold and jewels shall be thine, If only you but wish it so, And with your freedom give me mine ; Tell me, Christian, yes or no."
* I wish no jewels from your hand, Or aught that may belong to thee, Some one will come from my far land, And for my ransom pay the fee."
" Then let me be your humble slave To serve you wheresoe'er you go. No better fortune can I crave, Tell me, Christian, yes or no."
" My humble slave you must not be, A better fortune is your due ; How came your love to fix on me, Who have no heart to give to you ? "
" My God and father I '11 forswear, And only yours will seek to know ; Every curse of heaven I '11 dare, Tell me, Christian, yes or no." |
||