TRUE LOVE'S DIRGE. Some love is light and fleets away, Of loyal love I sing this lay, He loved her,—heart loved ne'er so well, He loved her,-oh, he loved her long, It is not meet for knight like me, That brave knight buckled on his brand, And fast he sought a foreign strand, He wandered wide by land and sea, A mirror of bright constancy. He would not chide, he would not blame, Heigho the wind and rain, But at each shrine he breathed her name, Ah, well-a-day! Amen! He would not carp, he would not sing, That broke his heart with love-longing. He scorned to weep, he scorned to sigh, But like a true knight he could die,- The banner which that brave knight bore, Had scrolled on it, 'Faith Evermore.' That banner led the Christian van, The fight was o'er, the day was done, They found him on the battle-field, With broken sword and cloven shield, They found him pillowed on the dead, The blood-soaked sod his bridal bed, And his pale brow and paler cheek, They lifted up the True and Brave, Heigho! the wind and rain; And bore him to his lone cold grave, They buried him on that far strand, His face turned towards his love's own land, The wearied heart was laid at rest, Heigho! the wind and rain; The dream of her he liked best, Ah, well-a-day! again. They nothing said, but many a tear, Rained down on that knight's lowly bier, They nothing said, but many a sigh, With solemn mass and orison, Heigho! the wind and rain; They reared to him a cross of stone, And on it graved with daggers bright, 'Here lies a true and gentle knight.' JEANIE MORRISON. I've wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The love o' life's young day! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en Where first fond luve grows cule. Oh dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' langsyne. 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel, Sweet time, sad time! twa bairns at schule, 'Twas then we sat on ae high bink, To leir1 ilk ither lear 2: And tones, and looks, and smiles were shed, I wonder, Jeanie, often yet Cheek touchin' cheek, loof locked in loof, When baith bent doun ower ae braid page, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but My lesson was in thee. Oh mind ye how we hung our heads, We cleeked thegither hame ? And mind ye o' the Saturdays 6 When we ran aft to speel the braes The broomy braes o' June? My head rins round and round about, My heart flows like a sea, As ane by ane the thochts rush back O' schuletime and o' thee. 3 5 1 learn. 2 learning. palm. lit. hooked = clung. dispersed. climb. VOL. IV. O mornin' life! O mornin' luve! When hinnied hopes around our hearts, Oh, mind ye, luve, how oft we left And hear its water croon. The summer leaves hung ower our heids, And in the gloamin' i' the wud The throstle whusslit i' the wud, Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn, In the silentest o' joy, till baith Aye, aye, dear Jeanie Morrison, That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young, I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee, As closely twined wi' earliest thochts Oh, tell me gin their music fills Thine ear as it does mine; Oh, say gin e'er your heart grows grit M m |