The last time we roved through Lochaber's dark glen, When the red blooming heather wi' night-dew was wet, You ken, bonnie lass, what you promised me then; You canna forget, love! you canna forget! You said when the harvest moon blinked forth again, When the gowans' gay hues and the simmer-beams met, That the kirk and the goud ring should make you my ain. Dinna forget, love! oh, dinna forget! And now the sun glitters o'er brae, and through brik; Though late in the gloaming his bray lingers yet: Simmer is come, love; the ring and the kirk Dinna forget, love! oh, dinna forget! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER LIKENESS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ELEGY BEFORE DEATH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY WRAITH by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY COLIN CLOUTS COME HOME AGAIN by EDMUND SPENSER WILLIE AND HELEN by HEW AINSLIE |