Reaction
She is sitting listless,
Gazing over sea,
Waiting for a lover,
But she won’t see me;
Waiting for a warrior bold,
Armor-clad and spurred with gold,
Like a knight in days of old,
Proud as he can be.
I, who seek to woo her,
Find her sitting there;
Mystery is in her eyes,
Breezes kiss her hair;
I would die for her did she
Voice the wish—rigt merrily—
But she gives no thought to me;
Jove! but she is fair!
Shall I wear my life out
‘Gainst her cold disdain?
He who woos and goes away
Live to woo again.
I will woo another maid;
I will hie me to a glade
Far from this; all undismayed
Bid adieu to pain.
What! she deigns to see me
As I move away!
Is that sudden downcast look
Bid for me to stay?
Nay, it cannot be, I’m wrong!
I have wooed her over-long—
I will not! I will be strong!
I will go away!
What? I think she’s calling!
Says she love me true!
Says she’s just discovered it!
Following me, too!
Strange how I am growing cold—
Seke your lover spurred with gold!
Maiden, you are over-bold!
Maid, I love not you!