Lady Bella

"Lady Bella" By Rachel Heffington Bella Rose, the beauty of the land Steps softly o'er the hills of sand Beside the raging, dark'ning sea And calls her Love in anguished tones That echo through the maze of stones And shiver back to me. Six years sweet Bella Rose has tread This shore, though all vow He is dead. By daylight Bella Rose is tame But nightly roams the beach with tears, Her voice haunting the one who hears, Repeating her Love's name. Her dark hair tumbles loose and free Bejewelled with the spray of sea; Her cheeks are rose, her eyes speak hope. Her voice as sweet as fairy-harp Is broken now with sorrow sharp And rings against the slope. "My Love! My Love! Where canst thou be? Dost not thou love thy fair Lady? Come hither, for my heart is sore!" She calls and waits for his return With eyes of hope and love that burn, And treads the lonely shore.