"AND ye sall walk in silk attire, And siller hae to spare, Gin ye'll consent to be his bride, Nor think o' Donald mair.: O, wha wad buy a silken goun Wi' a puir broken heart? Or what's to me a siller croun Gin frae my love I part? The mind whose meanest wish is pure Far dearest is to me, And ere I'm forced to break my faith, I'll lay me doun an' dee. For I hae vowed a virgin's vow My lover's fate to share, An' he has gi'en to me his heart, And what can man do mair? His mind and manners won my heart: He gratefu' took the gift; And did I wish to seek it back, It wad be waur than theft. The langest life can ne'er repay The love he bears to me, And ere I'm forced to break my faith, I'll lay me doun an' dee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL LAPLAND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SINGERS OF DELLA ROBBIA by ALFRED BARRETT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 27 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |