{"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":"<blockquote><p>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&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>She loved not him who her father chose<br \/>\nA man with castle and land<br \/>\nOh, no, it was but a humble serf<br \/>\nWho asked the daughters hand.<br \/>\nAnd to spite his pleas and all he said<br \/>\nAnd in fits of rage did fly<br \/>\nThe fact he was her father made<br \/>\nNo difference, she did defy.<\/p>\n<p>She a girl who ne\u2019re spoke once<br \/>\nA word against her fathers will<br \/>\nBut such is the power of romance<br \/>\nNow she cries with anger shrill<br \/>\nAs her love from the house is cast<br \/>\nNever to return shes sure<br \/>\nFor there are men who\u2019ve killed in the past<br \/>\nWaiting for him on the moor.<\/p>\n<p>And so she cries and upstairs runs<br \/>\nAs a broken woman she does feel<br \/>\nAnd her father smiles at his three strong sons<br \/>\nAnd sits down again to finish his meal.<br \/>\nAnd upstairs from a window on the roof<br \/>\nFrom the room to where the maiden fled<br \/>\nA figure frail emerged to display her loves proof<br \/>\nAnd she landed on the ground cold dead.<\/p>\n<p>And that night at heavens gate<br \/>\nThe lovers danced in glory<br \/>\nHer father was left desolate<br \/>\nAnd here ends our story.<br \/>\nA man may be poor and have a home small<br \/>\nAnd a girl father may not have been proud<br \/>\nTo have a daughter as commoner call<br \/>\nBut to see her each day he\u2019d have been allowed.<\/p>\n<p>He used murder to separate the lovers two<br \/>\nFor nothing surmounts death<br \/>\nBut the girl in the afterlife believed and knew<br \/>\nAnd their dancing in heaven yet. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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&#8230; She loved not him who her father chose A man with castle and land Oh, no, it was but a humble serf Who asked &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"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_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-Cn","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":520,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/a-postcard-to-her-father-sent\/","url_meta":{"origin":2379,"position":0},"title":"A Postcard to Her Father Sent","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"6th July 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=7xmMQcRJh-Q The Maria Lazum story, recounted to me by the poet Paul Polansky who knew the family. 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