"If, maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we 15 Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed, I'd rather rove with Edmund there, "I read you by your bugle-horn, I read you for a ranger sworn 20 25 His sword in battle keen" 30 His blast is heard at merry morn, And mine at dead of night." "A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair; Yet sung she: "Brignall banks are fair, And Greta woods are gay; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, 20 I would I were with Edmund there, To reign his Queen of May. 35 Nor palfrey fresh and fair; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen" But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. "With burnished brand and musketoon So gallantly you come, I read you for a bold dragoon Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime? Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, 5 GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams (1788-1824) WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, 1 tanned. ever shine; As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, 6 Are banned, and barred-forbidden fare; 10 But this was for my father's faith I suffered chains and courted death: That father perished at the stake Proud of Persecution's rage; Of whom this wreck is left the last. 15 20 25 |