Lays and Legends (Second Series)

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Эдит Несбит

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Зарубежная классика

Год написания книги

2017

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"It was upon our bridal day
The bitter thing befel,
My love and lord was lured away
By an ill witch's spell.

"She lured him to her hidden bower
Among the cypress trees,
And there she holdeth manhood's flower
Asleep across her knees."

"Pray to our Father for His aid,
God knows ye need it sore."
"O God of Heaven, have I not prayed?
But I will pray no more.

"God will not listen to my prayer,
And never a Saint will hear,
Else should I stand beside him there,
Or he be with me here.

"But there he sleeps – and I wake here
And wet my bread with tears —
And still they say that God can hear,
And still God never hears.

"If I could learn a mighty spell,
Would get my love awake,
I'd sell my soul alive to hell,
And learn it for his sake.

"So say thy mass, and go thy way,
And let my grief alone —
Teach thou the happy how to pray
And leave the devil his own."

Within the witch's secret bower
Through changeful day and night,
Hour after priceless golden hour,
Lay the enchanted knight.

The witch's arms about him lay,
His face slept in her hair;
The devil taught her the spell to say
Because she was so fair.

And all about the bower were flowers
And gems and golden gear,
And still she watched the slow-foot hours
Because he was so dear.

Watched in her tower among the trees
For his long sleep to break;
And still he lay across her knees
And still he did not wake.

What whisper stirs the curtain's fold?
What foot comes up the stair?
What hand draws back the cloth of gold
And leaves the portal bare?

The night wind sweeps through all the room,
The tapers fleer and flare,
And from the portal's outer gloom
His true love enters there.

"Give place, thou wicked witch, give place,
For his true wife is here,
Who for his sake has lost heaven's grace
Because he was so dear.

"My soul is lost and his is won;
Thy spells his sleep did make,
But I know thy spell, the only one
Can get my lord awake."

The witch looked up, her shining eyes
Gleamed through her yellow hair —
(She was cast out of Paradise
Because she was so fair).

"Speak out the spell, thou loving wife,
And what it beareth, bide,
Go – bring thy lover back to life
And give thy lord a bride."

The wife's soul burned in every word
As low she spoke the spell,
Weeping in heaven, her angel heard,
One, hearing, laughed in hell.

And when the spell was spoken through,
Sudden the knight awoke
And turned his eyes upon the two —
And neither of them spoke.

He did not see his pale-faced wife
Whom sorrow had made wise,
He only saw the light of life
Burn in the witch's eyes.