John Davidson Poems
|1.||A Northern Suburb||5/21/2012|
|2.||A Cinque Port||4/16/2010|
|6.||A Runnable Stag||1/3/2003|
|7.||Song Of A Train||1/3/2003|
|8.||The Last Rose||1/4/2003|
|12.||Thirty Bob A Week||1/3/2003|
|14.||In Romney Marsh||1/3/2003|
|15.||A Ballad Of Hell||1/3/2003|
A Ballad Of Hell
'A letter from my love to-day!
Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!'
She struck a happy tear away,
And broke the crimson seal.
'My love, there is no help on earth,
No help in heaven; the dead-man's bell
Must toll our wedding; our first hearth
Must be the well-paved floor of hell.'
The colour died from out her face,
Her eyes like ghostly candles shone;
She cast dread looks about the place,
Then clenched her teeth and read right on.
'I may not pass the prison door;
Here must I rot from day to day,
Unless I wed whom I abhor,
My cousin, Blanche of ...