O light, licht was maid Ellen's fit ''" It left nae print behind, Until a belted Knicht she saw Adown the valley wind! And winsome was maid Ellen's cheek. As is the rose on brier, Till halted at her father's yett A lordly cavalier. And merrie, merrie was her sang, Till he knelt at her bouir ''" As lark's rejoicin' in the sun, Her princely paramour. But dull, dull now is Ellen's eye, And wan, wan is her cheek, And slow an' heavy is her fit That lonesome paths would seek : And never sang does Ellen sing Amang the flowers sac bricht, Since last she saw the dancin' plume Of that foresworne Knicht! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RUINS OF A COUNTRY INN by PHILIP FRENEAU FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE MUSIC O' THE DEAD by WILLIAM BARNES BIOTHANATOS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ASLEEP, ASLEEP; MARTYDOM OF SAINT STEPHEN by LUCY ANN BENNETT |