When Morag of the Glen was fëy They took her where the Green Folk stray: And there they left her, night and day, A day and night they left her, fëy. And when they brought her home again, Aye of the Green Folk was she fain: They brought her leannan, Roy M'Lean, She looked at him with proud disdain. For I have killed a man, she said, A better man than you to wed: I slew him when he clasped my head. And now he sleepeth with the dead. And did you see that little wren? My sister dear it was flew, then! That skull her home, that eye her den, Her song is @3Morag o' the Glen!@1 For when she went I did not go, But washed my hands in blood-red woe; O wren, trill out your sweet song's flow @3Morag is white as the driven snow!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GUILIELMUS REX by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ONLY ONE MOTHER by GEORGE COOPER ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |