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Poems (Proctor)/Balta

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4615575Poems — BaltaEdna Dean Proctor
BALTA. (Gypsy-Song of Transylvania.)
Brave Balta clasped me to his breastBeneath the midnight sky;—"Now go I east or go I west,I'll love thee till I die!""O wander east or wander west,My Balta," soft I sighed,"By moon and stars I'll love thee best,And wait to be thy bride!"
Thrice fell the snows on field and tent,And weary was my life,—When proud a Prince rode up, and bent,And wooed me for his wife."Nay, sir, I must be Balta's bride;To him my heart I gave;"—He sprang to earth; his cloak flung wide;And lo! 't was Balta brave!