ELSIE was a maiden fair As the sun Shone upon: Born to teach her swains despair By smiling on them every one; Born to win all hearts to her Just because herself had none; All the day she had no care, For she was a maiden fair As the sun Shone upon, Heartless as the brooks that run. All the maids, with envy tart, Sneering said, 'She has no heart.' All the youths, with bitter smart, Sighing said, 'She has no heart!' Could she care For their sneers or their despair When she was a maiden fair As the sun Shone upon, Heartless as the brooks that run? But one day whenas she stood In a wood Haunted by the fairy brood, Did she view, or dream she viewed In a vision's Wild misprisions, How a pedlar, dry and rude As a crook'd branch taking flesh, Caught the spirit in a mesh, Singing of -- 'What is't ye lack?' Wizard-pack On twisted back, Still he sang, 'What is't ye lack? 'Lack ye land or lack ye gold, What I give, I give unsold; Lack ye wisdom, lack ye beauty, To your suit he Gives unpaid, the pedlar old!' @3Fairies.@1 Beware, beware! the gifts he gives One pays for, sweetheart, while one lives! @3Elsie.@1 What is it the maidens say That I lack? @3Pedlar.@1 By this bright day, Can so fair a maiden lack? Maid so sweet Should be complete. @3Elsie.@1 Yet a thing they say I lack. In thy pack, -- Pedlar, tell -- Hast thou ever a heart to sell? @3Pedlar.@1 Yea, a heart I have, as tender As the mood of evening air. @3Elsie.@1 Name thy price! @3Pedlar.@1 The price, by Sorrow! Only is, the heart to wear. @3Elsie.@1 Not great the price, as was my fear. @3Fairies.@1 So cheap a price was ne'er so dear. Beware, beware, O rash and fair! The gifts he gives, Sweetheart, one pays for while one lives! Scarce the present did she take, When the heart began to ache. @3Elsie.@1 Ah, what is this? Take back thy gift! I had not, and I knew no lack; Now I have, I lack for ever! @3Fairies.@1 The gifts he gives, he takes not back. @3Elsie.@1 Ah! why the present did I take, And knew not that a heart would ache? @3Fairies.@1 Ache! and is that all thy sorrow? -- Beware, beware -- a heart will break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 1 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1726-7 by JONATHAN SWIFT IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON SUNDAY UP THE RIVER: 15 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) TWILIGHT SYMPHONY by LESLIE ANDERSON PSALM 113 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |