(FROM A LETTER TO TOM KEATS) AH! ken ye what I met the day Out oure the Mountains A coming down by craggi[e]s grey An mossie fountains-- A[h] goud hair'd Marie yeve I pray Ane minute's guessing-- For that I met upon the way Is past expressing. As I stood where a rocky brig A torrent crosses I spied upon a misty rig A troup o' Horses-- And as they trotted down the glen I sped to meet them To see if I might know the Men To stop and greet them. First Willie on his sleek mare came At canting gallop His long hair rustled like a flame On board a shallop. Then came his brother Rab and then Young Peggy's Mither And Peggy too--adown the glen They went togither-- I saw her wrappit in her hood Fra wind and raining-- Her cheek was flush wi' timid blood Twixt growth and waning-- She turn'd her dazed head full oft For there her Brithers Came riding with her Bridegroom soft And mony ithers. Young Tam came up an' eyed me quick With reddened cheek-- Braw Tam was daffed like a chick-- He coud na speak-- Ah Marie they are all gone hame Through blustering weather An' every heart is full on flame An' light as feather. Ah! Marie they are all gone hame Fra happy wedding, Whilst I--Ah is it not a shame? Sad tears am shedding. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 106. THE SUBLIME: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |