{"id":2379,"date":"2015-10-16T17:26:23","date_gmt":"2015-10-16T17:26:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2379"},"modified":"2015-10-16T17:26:23","modified_gmt":"2015-10-16T17:26:23","slug":"she-loved-not-him-who-her-father-chose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/she-loved-not-him-who-her-father-chose\/","title":{"rendered":"She Loved Not Him Who Her Father Chose"},"content":{"rendered":"

A poem I wrote some years back, on love, a disapproving family, and a tragedy of murder and suicide! which I now republish on the website…<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

She loved not him who her father chose
\nA man with castle and land
\nOh, no, it was but a humble serf
\nWho asked the daughters hand.
\nAnd to spite his pleas and all he said
\nAnd in fits of rage did fly
\nThe fact he was her father made
\nNo difference, she did defy.<\/p>\n

She a girl who ne\u2019re spoke once
\nA word against her fathers will
\nBut such is the power of romance
\nNow she cries with anger shrill
\nAs her love from the house is cast
\nNever to return shes sure
\nFor there are men who\u2019ve killed in the past
\nWaiting for him on the moor.<\/p>\n

And so she cries and upstairs runs
\nAs a broken woman she does feel
\nAnd her father smiles at his three strong sons
\nAnd sits down again to finish his meal.
\nAnd upstairs from a window on the roof
\nFrom the room to where the maiden fled
\nA figure frail emerged to display her loves proof
\nAnd she landed on the ground cold dead.<\/p>\n

And that night at heavens gate
\nThe lovers danced in glory
\nHer father was left desolate
\nAnd here ends our story.
\nA man may be poor and have a home small
\nAnd a girl father may not have been proud
\nTo have a daughter as commoner call
\nBut to see her each day he\u2019d have been allowed.<\/p>\n

He used murder to separate the lovers two
\nFor nothing surmounts death
\nBut the girl in the afterlife believed and knew
\nAnd their dancing in heaven yet. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A poem I wrote some years back, on love, a disapproving family, and a tragedy of murder and suicide! which I now republish on the website… She loved not him who her father chose A man with castle and land Oh, no, it was but a humble serf Who asked …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[155,2479,145],"tags":[2500,156,2498,78,2499,151,1595,2054,507],"class_list":["post-2379","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-ghost-story","category-love-poems","tag-daughter","tag-family","tag-forbidden-love","tag-ghost-story","tag-king","tag-lovers","tag-murder","tag-peasent","tag-suicide","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-Cn","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2876,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/ghost-at-the-gate-at-willie-cartys\/","url_meta":{"origin":2379,"position":0},"title":"Ghost at the Gate at Willie Carty’s","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"23rd June 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"This is a story I heard as a child about a gate at Willie Cartys in Aughagreagh. 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