Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Records of Women (1828). Gertrude; or, Fidelity till DeathFelicia Dorothea Hemans (17931835)
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The breeze threw back her hair;
Up to the fearful wheel she gazed—
All that she loved was there.
The night was round her clear and cold,
The holy heaven above,
Its pale stars watching to behold
The might of earthly love.
“My Rudolph! say not so!
This is no time to quit thy side—
Peace! peace! I cannot go.
Hath the world aught for me to fear,
When death is on thy brow?
The world! what means it? Mine is here—
I will not leave thee now.
Of glory and of bliss;
Doubt not its memory’s living power
To strengthen me through this!
And thou, mine honour’d love and true
Bear on, bear nobly on:
We have the blessed heaven in view,
Whose rest shall soon be won.”
From woman’s breaking heart?
Through all that night of bitterest woe
She bore her lofty part;
But oh! with such a glazing eye,
With such a curdling cheek—
Love, Love! of mortal agony
Thou, only thou, should’st speak!
Her voice, that he might hear:—
Perchance that dark hour brought repose
To happy bosoms near;
While she sat striving with despair
Beside his tortured form,
And pouring her deep soul in prayer
Forth on the rushing storm.
With her pale hands and soft,
Whose touch upon the lute-chords low
Had still’d his heart so oft.
She spread her mantle o’er his breast,
She bathed his lips with dew,
And on his cheek such kisses pressed
As hope and joy ne’er knew.
Enduring to the last!
She had her meed—one smile in death—
And his worn spirit pass’d!
While even as o’er a martyr’s grave
She knelt on that sad spot,
And, weeping, blessed the God who gave
Strength to forsake it not.