A Ballad of the Heart's Bounty

A Ballad of the Heart's Bounty

By

Laurence Alma Tadema

"WHAT shines at my window out there in the night?"
    Said she then:"For you is the Lamp that I bear . . ."
    But his pillow was bright with the mist of gold hair,
And he answered:"I have my light."

"Who stands at my door on the edge of the mere?"
    Said she then: "The Jewel I bring is for you . . ."
    But his cheek touched the lashes, the veiled eyes were blue,
And he answered: "My gems are here."

"Who sings in the dark when the woods are mute?"
    Said she then: "This Music is yours to keep . . ."
    But sweet is the sound of low laughter in sleep,
And he answered: "I need no lute."

At New Day he rose, for the bed's warmth was gone,
    But Death had smiled first in the face that he sought . . .
    Her white fingers yielded the gifts she had brought,
And he fled to the hills alone.





MLA citation: Tadema, Laurence Alma. "A Ballad of the Heart's Bounty." The Yellow Book 9 (April 1896): 85. The Yellow Nineties Online. Ed. Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra. Ryerson University, 2013. Web. [Date of access]. http://1890s.ca/HTML.aspx?s=YBV9_tadema_ballad.html