S' XIII THE SEVEN SISTERS OR, THE SOLITUDE OF BINNORIE I EVEN Daughters had Lord Archibald, You could not say in one short day Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully, II Fresh blows the wind, a western wind, Across the wave, a Rover brave To Binnorie is steering: Right onward to the Scottish strand The gallant ship is borne ; The warriors leap upon the land, And hark! the Leader of the band Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully, III Beside a grotto of their own, With boughs above them closing, The Seven are laid, and in the shade But now, upstarting with affright Of your fair household, Father-knight, IV Away the seven fair Campbells fly, With menace proud, and insult loud, Cried they, 'Your Father loves to roam : The empty house when he comes home; For us your yellow ringlets comb, For us be fair and kind!' Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully, The solitude of Binnorie. Some close behind, some side by side, 6 They run, and cry, Nay, let us die, 20 30 40 A lake was near; the shore was steep; They ran, and with a desperate leap Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully, VI The stream that flows out of the lake, Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully, 1800 50 60 W XIV HO fancied what a pretty sight Was it the humour of a child? Whose brows, the day that she was styled I asked 'twas whispered; The device It is the Spirit of Paradise That prompts such work, a Spirit strong, XV THE REDBREAST CHASING THE BUTTERFLY RT thou the bird whom Man loves best, AR The pious bird with the scarlet breast, The bird that comes about our doors And Russia far inland? The bird that by some name or other All men who know thee call their brother, Could Father Adam 1 open his eyes Under the branches of the tree: Can this be the bird, to man so good, Covered with leaves the little children, So painfully in the wood? What ailed thee, Robin, that thou couldst A beautiful creature, pursue 10 20 The cheerer Thou of our in-door sadness, He is the friend of our summer gladness: 1802 30 1 See Paradise Lost, Book xI., where Adam points out to Eve the ominous sign of the Eagle chasing 'two Birds of gayest plume,' and the gentle Hart and Hind pursued by their enemy. XVI SONG FOR THE SPINNING WHEEL FOUNDED UPON A BELIEF PREVALENT AMONG THE WIFTLY turn the murmuring wheel! When the weary fingers feel Help, as if from faery power; Dewy night o'ershades the ground; Turn the swift wheel round and round! Now, beneath the starry sky, Couch the widely-scattered sheep ;- Short-lived likings may be bred 10 1812 XVII HINT FROM THE MOUNTAINS FOR CERTAIN POLITICAL PRETENDERS HO but hails the sight with pleasure 'WH Their ability to measure With great enterprise; But in man was ne'er such daring Mark him, how his power he uses, Mark, ere for his haunt he chooses Clouds and utter glooms! 10 |