Donica - A Ballad



Author Note: In Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of unfounded depth, the water black and the fish therein
very distateful to the palate. In this are spectres often seen, which
foreshew either the death of the Governor, or some prime officer
belonging to the place; and most commonly it appeareth in the shape of
an harper, sweetly singing and dallying and playing under the water.

It is reported of one Donica, that after she was dead, the Devil walked
in her body for the space of two years, so that none suspected but that
she was still alive; for she did both speak and eat, though very
sparingly; only she had a deep paleness on her countenance, which was
the only sign of death. At length a Magician coming by where she was
then in the company of many other virgins, as soon as he beheld her he
said, "fair Maids, why keep you company with the dead Virgin whom you
suppose to be alive?" when taking away the magic charm which was tied
under her arm, the body fell down lifeless and without motion.

The following Ballad is founded on these stories. They are to be found
in the notes to The Hierarchies of the blessed Angels; a Poem by Thomas
Heywood, printed in folio by Adam Islip, 1635.

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High on a rock, whose castled shade
 Darken'd the lake below,
In ancient strength majestic stood
 The towers of Arlinkow.

The fisher in the lake below
 Durst never cast his net,
Nor ever swallow in its waves
 Her passing wings would wet.

The cattle from its ominous banks
 In wild alarm would run,
Tho' parched with thirst and faint beneath
 The summer's scorching sun.

For sometimes when no passing breeze
 The long lank sedges waved,
All white with foam and heaving high
 Its deafening billows raved;

And when the tempest from its base
 The rooted pine would shake,
The powerless storm unruffling swept
 Across the calm dead lake.

And ever then when Death drew near
 The house of Arlinkow,
Its dark unfathom'd depths did send
 Strange music from below.

The Lord of Arlinkow was old,
 One only child had he,
Donica was the Maiden's name
 As fair as fair might be.

A bloom as bright as opening morn
 Flush'd o'er her clear white cheek,
The music of her voice was mild,
 Her full dark eyes were meek.

Far was her beauty known, for none
 So fair could Finland boast,
Her parents loved the Maiden much,
 Young EBERHARD loved her most.

Together did they hope to tread
 The pleasant path of life,
For now the day drew near to make
 Donica Eberhard's wife.

The eve was fair and mild the air,
 Along the lake they stray;
The eastern hill reflected bright
 The fading tints of day.

And brightly o'er the water stream'd
 The liquid radiance wide;
Donica's little dog ran on
 And gambol'd at her side.

Youth, Health, and Love bloom'd on her cheek,
 Her full dark eyes express
In many a glance to Eberhard
 Her soul's meek tenderness.

Nor sound was heard, nor passing gale
 Sigh'd thro' the long lank sedge,
The air was hushed, no little wave
 Dimpled the water's edge.

Sudden the unfathom'd lake sent forth
 Strange music from beneath,
And slowly o'er the waters sail'd
 The solemn sounds of Death.

As the deep sounds of Death arose,
 Donica's cheek grew pale,
And in the arms of Eberhard
 The senseless Maiden fell.

Loudly the youth in terror shriek'd,
 And loud he call'd for aid,
And with a wild and eager look
 Gaz'd on the death-pale Maid.

But soon again did better thoughts
 In Eberhard arise,
And he with trembling hope beheld
 The Maiden raise her eyes.

And on his arm reclin'd she moved
 With feeble pace and slow,
And soon with strength recover'd reach'd

Yet never to Donica's cheek
 Return'd the lively hue,
Her cheeks were deathy, white, and wan,
 Her lips a livid blue.

Her eyes so bright and black of yore
 Were now more black and bright,
And beam'd strange lustre in her face
 So deadly wan and white.

The dog that gambol'd by her side,
 And lov'd with her to stray,
Now at his alter'd mistress howl'd
 And fled in fear away.

Yet did the faithful Eberhard
 Not love the Maid the less;
He gaz'd with sorrow, but he gaz'd
 With deeper tenderness.

And when he found her health unharm'd
 He would not brook delay,
But press'd the not unwilling Maid
 To fix the bridal day.

And when at length it c
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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Scheme XXAXA BXCDDCEFG XHX IJXK JLXL XGMG XNXN OKXK XKXJ XCXC XKXK GPXP XQKQ XRSR XFTF KUVH WYXY XMXX XWVX XIKI XZBZ XJX KETE XSOS FRXR VUXH XRIR C
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 4,144
Words 769
Stanzas 28
Stanza Lengths 5, 9, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1

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