A Posthumous Poem of Letitia Elizabeth Landon in Friendship’s Offering, 1828/The Soldier’s Bride

This work was published before January 1, 1926, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

 



THE SOLDIER'S BRIDE.

BY L. E. L.

The white plume was upon his head,
    The spur upon his heel,
The trumpet rang upon his ear
    With a note the dead might feel.
Before him lay a gallant host,
    His own, his bannered line,
Where from a thousand silver shields
    Flashed back the morning's shine.
He sat upon his raven steed
    As a proud ship curbs the deep;
One instant yet he reined his horse—
    He heard his lady weep.
"What, weepest thou, lady mine!" he said,
    "And thou a soldier's bride!
Dearer should be his fame than aught
    In the whole world beside."
"Away!" she cried; "these are not tears
    That fall for thee or me—
I weep our infant boy, too young
    To fight or follow thee!"