Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 185 pages of information about Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers and Other Poems.

Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 185 pages of information about Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers and Other Poems.
    Fluttering on the kindling spray,
  And the comely garden glowing
    In the light of rosy May. 
  Love descended to the window—­
    Love removed the bolt and bar—­
  Love was warder to the lovers
    From the dawn to even-star. 
  Wherefore, Love, didst thou betray me? 
    Where is now the tender glance? 
  Where the meaning looks once lavished
    By the dark-eyed Maid of France? 
  Where the words of hope she whispered,
    When around my neck she threw
  That same scarf of broidered tissue,
    Bade me wear it and be true—­
  Bade me send it as a token
    When my banner waved once more
  On the castled Keep of London,
    Where my fathers’ waved before? 
  And I went and did not conquer—­
    But I brought it back again—­
  Brought it back from storm and battle—­
    Brought it back without a stain;
  And once more I knelt before her,
    And I laid it at her feet,
  Saying, “Wilt thou own it, Princess? 
    There at least is no defeat!”
  Scornfully she looked upon me
    With a measured eye and cold—­
  Scornfully she viewed the token,
    Though her fingers wrought the gold;
  And she answered, faintly flushing,
    “Hast thou kept it, then, so long? 
  Worthy matter for a minstrel
    To be told in knightly song! 
  Worthy of a bold Provencal,
    Pacing through the peaceful plain,
  Singing of his lady’s favour,
    Boasting of her silken chain,
  Yet scarce worthy of a warrior
    Sent to wrestle for a crown. 
  Is this all that thou hast brought me
    From thy fields of high renown? 
  Is this all the trophy carried
    From the lands where thou hast been? 
  It was broidered by a Princess,
    Canst thou give it to a Queen?”
  Woman’s love is writ in water! 
    Woman’s faith is traced in sand! 
  Backwards—­backwards let me wander
    To the noble northern land: 
  Let me feel the breezes blowing
    Fresh along the mountain-side;
  Let me see the purple heather,
    Let me hear the thundering tide,
  Be it hoarse as Corrievreckan
    Spouting when the storm is high—­
  Give me but one hour of Scotland—­
    Let me see it ere I die! 
  Oh, my heart is sick and heavy—­
    Southern gales are not for me;
  Though the glens are white with winter,
    Place me there, and set me free;
  Give me back my trusty comrades—­
    Give me back my Highland maid—­
  Nowhere beats the heart so kindly
    As beneath the tartan plaid! 
  Flora! when thou wert beside me,
    In the wilds of far Kintail—­
  When the cavern gave us shelter
    From the blinding sleet and hail—­
  When we lurked within the thicket,
    And, beneath the waning moon,
  Saw the sentry’s bayonet glimmer,
    Heard him chant his listless tune—­
  When the howling storm o’ertook
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