My head rins round and round about, As ane by ane the thochts rush back O mornin' life! O mornin' luve! Oh, mind ye, luve, how oft we left The summer leaves hung ower our heids, And in the gloamin' i' the wud The throstle whusslit i' the wud, Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn, In the silentest o' joy, till baith Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young, When freely gushed all feelings forth Unsyllabled — unsung! I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee, As closely twined wi' earliest thochts As ye hae been to me? Thine ear as it does mine; Oh, say gin e'er your heart grows grit I've wandered east, I've wandered west, But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way; And channels deeper as it rins The luve o' life's long day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard But I could hug all wretchedness, And happy could I die, Did I but ken your heart still dreamed. O' bygane days and me. - WILLIAM MOTHERWELL. 16. LADY CLARE. It was the time when lilies blow, I trow they did not part in scorn: "He does not love me for my birth, In there came old Alice the nurse, Said, "Who was this that went from thee?" "It was my cousin," said Lady Clare, “To-morrow he weds with me.” "O God be thank'd!" said Alice the nurse, "That all comes round so just and fair: Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands, And you are not the Lady Clare." Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?" Said Lady Clare, "that ye speak so wild?" "As God's above," said Alice the nurse, "I speak the truth: you are my child. "The old Earl's daughter died at my breast; Falsely, falsely have ye done, O mother," she said, "if this be true, "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, "If I'm a beggar born," she said, "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, But keep the secret all ye can.” She said "Not so: but I will know If there be any faith in man." 'Nay now, what faith?" said Alice the nurse, "The man will cleave unto his right.” "And he shall have it," the lady replied, "Tho' I should die to-night." "Yet give one kiss to your mother dear! "Yet here's a kiss for my mother dear, And lay your hand upon my head, She clad herself in a russet gown, The lily-white doe Lord Ronald had brought Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower: "O Lady Clare, you shame your worth! Why come you drest like a village maid, That are the flower of the earth?" "If I come drest like a village maid, "Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald, Oh and proudly stood she up! Her heart within her did not fail: She look'd into Lord Ronald's eyes, And told him all her nurse's tale. |