DOI article:
Neuman, B. Paul: A ballad and a tale
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.38746#0192
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A Ballad and a Tale
And on the bed as on a throne,
He sat for whom her soul had yearned,
A tender radiance round Him shone,
But o’er His head the aureole burned.
“And hast Thou come indeed?” she cried,
“And will Thou love me for Thine own,
And one day set me at Thy side,
Yea even share with me Thy throne?”
Then as she felt the splendour grow,
And brighter beams of radiance shine,
She cast her down, and whispered low :
“ Nay, not Thy throne, Thy footstool mine.”
IV
With gentle words He bade her rise,
And smiled away her new-born fear,
“ Come forth,” He said, “ for Paradise,
The home of those who love, is here.”
The narrowing bounds of time and space
Were straight abolished and forgot,
One glance at that beloved face,
And earthly memories irked her not.
He led her by broad-bosomed streams
Whose waters sparkled clear and blue,
By forests flecked with golden gleams,
And all was fair, and all was new.
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A Ballad and a Tale
And on the bed as on a throne,
He sat for whom her soul had yearned,
A tender radiance round Him shone,
But o’er His head the aureole burned.
“And hast Thou come indeed?” she cried,
“And will Thou love me for Thine own,
And one day set me at Thy side,
Yea even share with me Thy throne?”
Then as she felt the splendour grow,
And brighter beams of radiance shine,
She cast her down, and whispered low :
“ Nay, not Thy throne, Thy footstool mine.”
IV
With gentle words He bade her rise,
And smiled away her new-born fear,
“ Come forth,” He said, “ for Paradise,
The home of those who love, is here.”
The narrowing bounds of time and space
Were straight abolished and forgot,
One glance at that beloved face,
And earthly memories irked her not.
He led her by broad-bosomed streams
Whose waters sparkled clear and blue,
By forests flecked with golden gleams,
And all was fair, and all was new.
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