Maid Of Neidpath, The Maid Of Neidpath, The |
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Maid Of Neidpath, TheMaid Of Neidpath, The
Maid Of Neidpath, The
O lovers` eyes are sharp to see,
And lovers` ears in hearing;
And love, in life`s extremity,
Can lend an hour of cheering.
Disease had been in Mary`s bower
And slow decay from mourning,
Though now she sits on Neidpath`s tower
To watch her Love`s returning.
All sunk and dim her eyes so bright,
Her form decay`d by pining,
Till through her wasted hand, at night,
You saw the taper shining.
By fits a sultry hectic hue
Across her cheek was flying;
By fits so ashy pale she grew
Her maidens thought her dying.
Yet keenest powers to see and hear
Seem`d in her frame residing;
Before the watch - dog prick`d his ear
She heard her lover`s riding;
Ere scarce a distant form was kenn`d
She knew and waved to greet him,
And o`er the battlement did bend
As on the wing to meet him.
He came - he pass`d - an heedless gaze
As o`er some stranger glancing:
Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase,
Lost in his courser`s prancing -
The castle - arch, whose hollow tone
Returns each whisper spoken,
Could scarcely catch the feeble moan
Which told her heart was broken.
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